Quotes
Quotes - Pope
Inflaming wine, pernicious to mankind.
If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.
'T is man's to fight, but Heaven's to give success.
The young Astyanax, the hope of Troy.
Yet while my Hector still survives, I see
My father, mother, brethren, all, in thee.
Andromache! my soul's far better part.
He from whose lips divine persuasion flows.
Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.
I war not with the dead.
Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn,
Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.
As full-blown poppies, overcharg'd with rain,
Decline the head, and drooping kiss the plain,--
So sinks the youth; his beauteous head, deprest
Beneath his helmet, drops upon his breast.
Who dares think one thing, and another tell,
My heart detests him as the gates of hell.
Life is not to be bought with heaps of gold:
Not all Apollo's Pythian treasures hold,
Or Troy once held, in peace and pride of sway,
Can bribe the poor possession of a day.
Short is my date, but deathless my renown.
Injustice, swift, erect, and unconfin'd,
Sweeps the wide earth, and tramples o'er mankind.
A generous friendship no cold medium knows,
Burns with one love, with one resentment glows.
To labour is the lot of man below;
And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.
Content to follow when we lead the way.
He serves me most who serves his country best.
Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe,
Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
The rest were vulgar deaths, unknown to fame.
Without a sign his sword the brave man draws,
And asks no omen but his country's cause.
The life which others pay let us bestow,
And give to fame what we to nature owe.
And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air.
The best of things beyond their measure cloy.
