Alexander Pope

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Like Cato, give his little senate laws, and sit attentive to his own applause.
Gentle dullness ever loves a joke.
Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.
And all who told it added something new, and all who heard it, made enlargements too.
Extremes in nature equal ends produce; In man they join to some mysterious use.
Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
The way of the Creative works through change and transformation, so that each thing receives its true nature and destiny and comes into permanent accord with the Great Harmony: this is what furthers and what perseveres.
Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!
The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.
Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, content to dwell in decencies for ever.
Passions are the gales of life.
Wit is the lowest form of humor.
To err is human; to forgive, divine.
To be angry is to revenge the faults of others on ourselves.
Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed was the ninth beatitude.
Nature and nature's laws lay hid in the night. God said, Let Newton be! and all was light!
'Tis education forms the common mind; just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.
Some people will never learn anything, for this reason, because they understand everything too soon.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
Praise undeserved, is satire in disguise.
They dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake.
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, and wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
So vast is art, so narrow human wit.
The ruling passion, be it what it will. The ruling passion conquers reason still.
Health consists with temperance alone.
For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight, His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
What some call health, if purchased by perpetual anxiety about diet, isn't much better than tedious disease.
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, as those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
Those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.
For Forms of Government let fools contest; whatever is best administered is best.
Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Honor and shame from no condition rise. Act well your part: there all the honor lies.
Teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.
A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.
And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in a masquerade.
No one should be ashamed to admit he is wrong, which is but saying, in other words, that he is wiser today than he was yesterday.
The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head.
An honest man's the noblest work of God.
Trust not yourself, but your defects to know, make use of every friend and every foe.
Party-spirit at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.
The most positive men are the most credulous.
A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead.
Never find fault with the absent.
At ev'ry word a reputation dies.
Never elated when someone's oppressed, never dejected when another one's blessed.
How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!
The proper study of Mankind is Man.
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
Never was it given to mortal man - To lie so boldly as we women can.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest.
Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Men must be taught as if you taught them not, and things unknown proposed as things forgot.


Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
On wrongs swift vengeance waits.
Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.
On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.
All nature is but art unknown to thee.
Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.
And die of nothing but a rage to live.
Woman's at best a contradiction still.
Who shall decide when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?
Fools admire, but men of sense approve.
Order is heaven's first law.
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man.
The learned is happy, nature to explore; The fool is happy, that he knows no more.
'Tis not enough your counsel still be true; Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do.
Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.
Histories are more full of examples of the fidelity of dogs than of friends.
The greatest magnifying glasses in the world are a man's own eyes when they look upon his own person.
Man never thinks himself happy, but when he enjoys those things which others want or desire.
There is a certain majesty in simplicity which is far above all the quaintness of wit.
A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.
In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
A cherub's face, a reptile all the rest.
Satan is wiser now than before, and tempts by making rich instead of poor.
Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.
Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild; In Wit a man; Simplicity, a child.
A work of art that contains theories is like an object on which the price tag has been left.
Many men have been capable of doing a wise thing, more a cunning thing, but very few a generous thing.
I find myself hoping a total end of all the unhappy divisions of mankind by party-spirit, which at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.
If a man's character is to be abused there's nobody like a relative to do the business.
True politeness consists in being easy one's self, and in making every one about one as easy as one can.
Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
To observations which ourselves we make, we grow more partial for th' observer's sake.
But Satan now is wiser than of yore, and tempts by making rich, not making poor.
Our passions are like convulsion fits, which, though they make us stronger for a time, leave us the weaker ever after.
A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.
The same ambition can destroy or save, and make a patriot as it makes a knave.
How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense, and love the offender, yet detest the offence?
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Not to go back is somewhat to advance, and men must walk, at least, before they dance.
The difference is too nice - Where ends the virtue or begins the vice.
Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.
A person who is too nice an observer of the business of the crowd, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity.
Get place and wealth, if possible with grace; if not, by any means get wealth and place.
Education forms the common mind. Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.
Genius creates, and taste preserves. Taste is the good sense of genius; without taste, genius is only sublime folly.
One science only will one genius fit; so vast is art, so narrow human wit.
Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell; aspiring to be angels men rebel.
But blind to former as to future fate, what mortal knows his pre-existent state?
No woman ever hates a man for being in love with her, but many a woman hate a man for being a friend to her.
Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.
The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.
Not always actions show the man; we find who does a kindness is not therefore kind.
Know then this truth, enough for man to know virtue alone is happiness below.
Remembrance and reflection how allied. What thin partitions divides sense from thought.
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