Attempts At Wit, After Pope

What mimics tides and flows in this grey world

And, constraining stars in a single word,

Pays fairer compliments to bright maidens

Than to the bless’d judgments of great heavens?

Sharp, loud wise men divide by sharper Night,

But minds cannot shine in Nature’s least light;

Nor can relics derive the sky’s azure

In ways of Life, of Force, of Beauty pure.

To jump further and deeper into wit

Means forgoing truth to the blind critic.

An attempt at creating poetry in the style of Alexander Pope's carefully measured iambic pentameter.