Quotes
Quotes - Pope
How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!
It never was our guise
To slight the poor, or aught humane despise.
The sex is ever to a soldier kind.
Far from gay cities and the ways of men.
And wine can of their wits the wise beguile,
Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile.
Who love too much, hate in the like extreme,
And both the golden mean alike condemn.
True friendship's laws are by this rule exprest,--
Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.
For too much rest itself becomes a pain.
Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.
And taste
The melancholy joy of evils past:
For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
For love deceives the best of womankind.
And would'st thou evil for his good repay?
Whatever day
Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
In ev'ry sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,
And poverty stood smiling in my sight.
Unbless'd thy hand, if in this low disguise
Wander, perhaps, some inmate of the skies.
Know from the bounteous heaven all riches flow;
And what man gives, the gods by man bestow,
Yet taught by time, my heart has learn'd to glow
For others' good, and melt at others' woe.
A winy vapour melting in a tear.
But he whose inborn worth his acts commend,
Of gentle soul, to human race a friend.
The fool of fate,--thy manufacture, man.
Impatient straight to flesh his virgin sword.
Dogs, ye have had your day!
For dear to gods and men is sacred song.
Self-taught I sing; by Heaven, and Heaven alone,
The genuine seeds of poesy are sown.
So ends the bloody business of the day.
And rest at last where souls unbodied dwell,
In ever-flowing meads of Asphodel.
