Quotes
Quotes - Pope
You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come;
Knock as you please, there's nobody at home.
For he lives twice who can at once employ
The present well, and e'en the past enjoy.
Who dared to love their country, and be poor.
Party is the madness of many for the gain of a few.
I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another's misfortunes perfectly like a Christian.
Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring
Of woes unnumber'd, heavenly goddess, sing!
The distant Trojans never injur'd me.
Words sweet as honey from his lips distill'd.
Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod,--
The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.
And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.
Thick as autumnal leaves or driving sand.
Chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage,
But wise through time, and narrative with age,
In summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice,--
A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice.
She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen.
Ajax the great...
Himself a host.
Plough the watery deep.
The day shall come, that great avenging day
Which Troy's proud glories in the dust shall lay,
When Priam's powers and Priam's self shall fall,
And one prodigious ruin swallow all.
First in the fight and every graceful deed.
The first in banquets, but the last in fight.
Gods! How the son degenerates from the sire!
With all its beauteous honours on its head.
A wealthy priest, but rich without a fault.
Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise,--
Such men as live in these degenerate days.
Whose little body lodg'd a mighty mind.
He held his seat,--a friend to human race.
Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,--
Now green in youth, now withering on the ground;
Another race the following spring supplies:
They fall successive, and successive rise.
