Alexander Pope

“For forms of Government let fools contest. Whate'er is best administered is best.”

“No, fly me, fly me, far as pole from pole;Rise Alps between us! and whole oceans roll!Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me,Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign; Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine. Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!) Long lov'd, ador'd ideas, all adieu!”

“How vain are all these Glories, all our Pains,Unless good Sense preserve what Beauty gains:That Men may say, when we the Front-box grace,Behold the first in Virtue, as in Face!”

“Philosophy, that leaned on Heaven before,Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more.”

“Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescrib'd, their present state; From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer Being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy Reason, would he skip and play? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood. Oh blindness to the future! kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by Heav'n; Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall.”

“One science only will one genius fit/ So vast is art, so narrow human wit”

“The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, and wretches hang that jurymen may dine.”

“Happy the man, whose wish and careA few paternal acres bound,Content to breathe his native airIn his own ground.”

“An excuse is worse and more terrible than a lie;for an excuse is a lie guarded”

“Errare è umano, perdonare divino.”

“This long disease, my life.”

“How happy he, who free from careThe rage of courts, and noise of towns; Contented breathes his native air,In his own grounds”

“Know thy own point: this kind, this due degreeOf blindness, weakness, Heav'n bestows on thee.”

“All this dread order break- for whom? for thee?Vile worm!- oh madness! pride! impiety!”

“Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride,Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide:If to her share some female errors fall,Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.”

“Out with it, Dunciad: let the secret pass -That secret to each fool - that he's an ass.The truth once told (and whereby should we lie?),The queen of Midas slept, and so may I.You think this cruel? Take it for a rule,No creature smarts so little as a fool.”

“While pensive poets painful vigils keep,Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.”

“Poetic justice, with her lifted scale,Where, in nice balance, truth with gold she weighs,And solid pudding against empty praise. Here she beholds the chaos dark and deep,Where nameless somethings in their causes sleep,Till genial Jacob, or a warm third day,Call forth each mass, a poem, or a play:How hints, like spawn, scarce quick in embryo lie,How new-born nonsense first is taught to cry.”

“Sure flattery never traveled so far as three thousand miles; it is now only for truth, which over takes all things, to reach you at this distance.”

“The Dying Christian to His Soul (1712)-Vital spark of heav'nly flame!Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame:Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying,Oh the pain, the bliss of dying!Stanza 1.”

“Men, some to business take, some to pleasure take; but every woman is at heart a rake”

“What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than Hell to shun, That, more than Heaven pursue.”

“Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to seeMen not afraid of God afraid of me.”

“No place so scared from such frops is barred Nor is Paul's Church more safe than Paul's Churchyard Na fly to alter there they'll talk you dead For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.”

“Las palabras son como las hojas; cuando abundan, poco fruto hay entre ellas.”

“Music resembles poetry, in eachAre nameless graces which no methods teach,And which a master hand alone can reach.”

“For he lives twice who can at once employ,The present well, and e’en the past enjoy.”

“Next o'er his books his eyes began to roll,In pleasing memory of all he stole.”

“To wake the soul by tender strokes of art,To raise the genius, and to mend the heart”

“True ease in writing comes from art, not chance,As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.”

“Our rural ancestors, with little blest, Patient of labor when the end was rest, Indulged the day that housed their annual grain, With feasts, and off'rings, and a thankful strain.”

“Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear, with ev'ry bead I drop too soft a tear...”

“For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight, His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.”

“Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd,Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd.Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mixed with Gods, his lov'd idea lies:O write it not, my hand - the name appearsAlready written - wash it out, my tears!In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays,Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeyes.”

“Brevity is the soul of wit.”

“The world forgetting by the world forgot.”

“chaos of thought and passion, all confus'd.”

“Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night:God said, Let Newton be! and all was light.”

“A work of art that contains theories is like an object on which the price tag has been left. ”

“Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.”

“Know thyself, presume not God to scan;The proper study of mankind is man.”

“Order is heaven's first law.”

“Some who grow dull religious straight commenceAnd gain in morals what they lose in sense.”

“If you want to know what God thinks about money just look at the people He gives it to.”

“Oh! if to dance all night, and dress all day,Charm'd the small-pox, or chased old age away;Who would not scorn what housewife's cares produce,Or who would learn one earthly thing of use?”

“يندفع المغفلون حيثما تخشي الملائكة أن تطأ المكان”

“All Nature is but art, unknown to theeAll chance, direction, which thou canst not see;All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good.”

“Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see,Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be,In every work regard the writer's end,Since none can compass more than they intend;And if the means be just, the conduct true,Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due.”

“Of all the causes which conspire to blindMan's erring judgement, and misguide the mind,What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is PRIDE, the never-failing vice of fools.”

“What dire offence from am'rous causes springs,What mighty contests rise from trivial things,...”