Quotes from Alexander Pope

How vast a memory has Love!

But see, the shepherds shun the noonday heat, The lowing herds to murmuring brooks retreat, To closer shades the panting flocks remove; Ye gods! And is there no relief for love?

Two purposes in human nature rule. Self- love to urge, and reason to restrain.

On wrongs swift vengeance waits.

Sole judge of Truth, in endless Error hurled: / The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!

Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend.

Truth needs not flowers of speech.

A disputant no more cares for the truth than the sportsman for the hare.

Truth shines the brighter, clad in verse.

There are certain times when most people are in a disposition of being informed, and 'tis incredible what a vast good a little truth might do, spoken in such seasons.

Like Cato, give his little senate laws, and sit attentive to his own applause.

Love, Hope, and Joy, fair pleasure's smiling train, Hate, Fear, and Grief, the family of pain, These mix'd with art, and to due bounds confin'd Make and maintain the balance of the mind.

Curse on all laws but those which love has made.

How loved, how honored once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot A heap of dust alone remains of thee 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!

Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.

Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?

O Love! for Sylvia let me gain the prize, And make my tongue victorious as her eyes.

Is it, in heav'n, a crime to love too well?

Gentle dullness ever loves a joke.

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.

Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.

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

Trust not yourself, but your defects to know, make use of every friend and every foe.

And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in a masquerade.