Quotes
Quotes - Pope
Unwept, unhonour'd, uninterr'd he lies!
Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro
In all the raging impotence of woe.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
'T is true, 't is certain; man though dead retains
Part of himself: the immortal mind remains.
Base wealth preferring to eternal praise.
It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize,
And to be swift is less than to be wise.
'T is more by art than force of num'rous strokes.
A green old age, unconscious of decays,
That proves the hero born in better days.
Two urns by Jove's high throne have ever stood,--
The source of evil one, and one of good.
The mildest manners with the bravest mind.
Fly, dotard, fly!
With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.
And what he greatly thought, he nobly dar'd.
Few sons attain the praise
Of their great sires, and most their sires disgrace.
For never, never, wicked man was wise.
Urge him with truth to frame his fair replies;
And sure he will: for Wisdom never lies.
The lot of man,--to suffer and to die.
A faultless body and a blameless mind.
The long historian of my country's woes.
Forgetful youth! but know, the Power above
With ease can save each object of his love;
Wide as his will extends his boundless grace.
When now Aurora, daughter of the dawn,
With rosy lustre purpled o'er the lawn.
These riches are possess'd, but not enjoy'd!
Mirror of constant faith, rever'd and mourn'd!
There with commutual zeal we both had strove
In acts of dear benevolence and love:
Brothers in peace, not rivals in command.
The glory of a firm, capacious mind.
Wise to resolve, and patient to perform.
The leader, mingling with the vulgar host,
Is in the common mass of matter lost.
