Alexander Pope

Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,

As to be hated needs but to be seen;

Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,

We first endure, then pity, then embrace.

But where th'extreme of Vice was ne'er agreed:

Ask where's the north?--at York 'tis on the Tweed;

In Scotland at the Orcades; and there

At Greenland, Zembla, or the Lord knows where.

No creature owns it in the first degree,

But thinks his neighbour farther gone than he;

E'vn those who dwell beneath its very zone,

Or never feel the rage or never own;

What happier natures shrink at with affright,

The hard inhabitant contends is right.