Quotes
Quotes - Pope
Judges and senates have been bought for gold; Esteem and love were never to be sold.
Ask you what provocation I have had? The strong antipathy of good to bad.
In Faith and Hope the world will disagree, But all mankind's concern is charity.
Of fight or fly, This choice is left ye, to resist or die.
Yet still a sad, good Christian at the heart.
No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n, Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n; But such plain roofs as Piety could raise, And only vocal with the Maker's praise.
Who builds a church to God, and not to Fame, Will never mark the marble with his Name.
To Kerke the narre, from God more farre.
Condition, circumstance, is not the thing; Bliss is the same in subject or in king.
Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.
Form'd by thy converse, happily steer From grave to gay, from lively to severe.
The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.
At length corruption, like a general flood (So long by watchful ministers withstood), Shall deluge all; and avarice, creeping on, Spread like a low-born mist, and blot the sun.
True politeness consists in being easy one's self, and in making every one about one as easy as one can.
Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
One who is too wise an observer of the business of others, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity.
A person who is too nice an observer of the business of the crowd, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity.
Others import yet nobler arts from France, Teach kings to fiddle, and make senates dance.
In death a hero, as in life a friend!.
In cold December fragrant chaplets blow, And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.
Satan is wiser now than before, and tempts by making rich instead of poor.
As man, perhaps, the moment of his breath, Receives the lurking principle of death, The younger disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.
But just disease to luxury succeeds, And ev'ry death its own avenger breeds.
I am his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
To be, contents his natural desire, He asks no angel's wing, no seraph's fire; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company. Go wiser thou! and in thy scale of sense Weigh thy opinion against Providence.
