Quotes from Alexander Pope

Oft, as in airy rings they skim the heath, The clamtrous lapwings feel the leaden death; Oft, as the mounting larks their notes prepare They fall, and leave their little lives in air.

The Muse but serv'd to ease some friend, not wife, / To help me through this long disease, my life.

The soul, uneasy and confin'd from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.

Ye gods, annihilate but space and time, And make two lovers happy.

Ah! what avails it me the flocks to keep, Who lost my heart while I preserv'd my sheep.

Court-virtues bear, like gems, the highest rate, Born where Heav'n influence scarce can penetrate. In life's low vale, the soil the virtues like, They please as beauties, here as wonders strike.

Fix'd like a plant on his peculiar spot, To draw nutrition, propagate and rot.

Fools admire, but men of sense approve.

Some people will never learn anything, for this reason, because they understand everything too soon.

Never elated while one man's oppress'd; Never dejected while another's blessed.

Never elated while one man's oppress'd Never dejected while another's bless'd.

With the mistake your life goes in reverse. Now you can see exactly what you did Wrong yesterday and wrong the day before And each mistake leads back to something worse.

Like following life through creatures you dissect, You lose it in the moment you detect.

Learn to live well, or fairly make your will; You've play'd, and lov'd, and ate, and drank your fill: Walk sober off, before a sprightlier age Comes titt'ring on, and shoves you from the stage.

Placed on this isthmus of a middle state.

In death a hero, as in life a friend!

The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the fair head, forever, and forever! Then flashed the living lightning from her eyes, And screams of horror rend th' affrighted skies.

One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight; Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight.

On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but passion is the gale; Nor God alone in the still calm we find, He mounts the storm, and walks upon the wind.

Party-spirit at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.

Never find fault with the absent.

Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.

But Satan now is wiser than of yore, and tempts by making rich, not making poor.

Satan is wiser now than before, and tempts by making rich instead of poor.