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Quotes about Wit


A generous friendship no cold medium knows,
Burns with one love, with one resentment glows.

Alexander Pope

Without a sign his sword the brave man draws,
And asks no omen but his country's cause.

Alexander Pope

Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspir'd.

Alexander Pope

'T is fortune gives us birth,
But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.

Alexander Pope

Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.

Alexander Pope

The mildest manners with the bravest mind.

Alexander Pope

Fly, dotard, fly!
With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.

Alexander Pope

Urge him with truth to frame his fair replies;
And sure he will: for Wisdom never lies.

Alexander Pope

Forgetful youth! but know, the Power above
With ease can save each object of his love;
Wide as his will extends his boundless grace.

Alexander Pope

When now Aurora, daughter of the dawn,
With rosy lustre purpled o'er the lawn.

Alexander Pope

There with commutual zeal we both had strove
In acts of dear benevolence and love:
Brothers in peace, not rivals in command.

Alexander Pope

The leader, mingling with the vulgar host,
Is in the common mass of matter lost.

Alexander Pope

A decent boldness ever meets with friends.

Alexander Pope

For fate has wove the thread of life with pain,
And twins ev'n from the birth are misery and man!

Alexander Pope

Heav'd on Olympus tott'ring Ossa stood;
On Ossa, Pelion nods with all his wood.

Alexander Pope

And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.

Alexander Pope

And wine can of their wits the wise beguile,
Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile.

Alexander Pope

The ruins of himself! now worn away
With age, yet still majestic in decay.

Alexander Pope

Note 41.The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n Nature warm;
The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.
Oliver Goldsmith: The Traveller, line 137.

Alexander Pope

'T was when the sea was roaring
With hollow blasts of wind,
A damsel lay deploring,
All on a rock reclin'd.

John Gay

If the heart of a man is depress'd with cares,
The mist is dispell'd when a woman appears.

John Gay

How happy could I be with either,
Were t' other dear charmer away!

John Gay

Remote from cities liv'd a swain,
Unvex'd with all the cares of gain;
His head was silver'd o'er with age,
And long experience made him sage.

John Gay

And we meet, with champagne and a chicken, at last.

Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

Satire should, like a polished razor keen,
Would with a touch that's scarcely felt or seen.

Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

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