My attempt at a golden shovel below:

Original Line from ‘the Rape of the Lock’ by Alexander Pope

(Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul)

 

A bounteous gathering of lovely charms

With floating eyes, which are about to strike

Among the cloud of expectations and the

Hope – Is a bubbling rain that sets the sight

Slowly this love swings between if and but

Everyone tries to evaluate the merit

Who endures the pain and everything wins?

But who don’t compromise on the

Situation, must weed on existence of soul