Quotes from Alexander Pope

A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.

My garden, like my life, seems to me every year to want correction and require alternation.

Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.

Wine lets no lover unrewarded go.

The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, 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.

How shall I love the sin yet keep the sense And love the offender yet detest the offence?

The greatest advantage I know of being thought a wit by the world is, that it gives one the greater freedom of playing the fool.

Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers that our merits know.

The cabinets of the sick and the closets of the dead have been ransacked to publish private letters and divulge to all mankind the most secret sentiments of friendship.

There is nothing meritorious but virtue and friendship.

On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.

Charms strike the sight; but merit wins the soul.

You eat, in dreams, the custard of the day.

But blind to former as to future fate, what mortal knows his pre-existent state?

Astrologers that future fates foreshow.

Oh, blindness to the future! kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by heaven.

Never was it given to mortal man - To lie so boldly as we women can.