Quotes
Quotes - Pope
The longer I live the more I see that I am never wrong about anything, and that all the pains that I have so humbly taken to verify my notions have only wasted my time.
We are ashamed of everything that is real about us; ashamed of ourselves, of our relatives, of our incomes, of our accents, of our opinions, of our experience, just as we are ashamed of our naked skins.
Obliged by hunger and request of friends.
Constant at Church and 'Change; his gains were sure; His givings rare, save farthings to the poor.
Thee too, my Paridel! she mark'd thee there, Stretch'd on the rack of a too easy chair, And heard thy everlasting yarn confess The Pains and Penalties of Idleness.
He's armed without that's innocent within.
In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half hung.
How instinct varies in the grov'lling swine, Compar'd, half-reasoning elephant, with thine! 'Twixt that and reason what a nice barrier! Forever sep'rate, yet forever near!
But honest instinct comes a volunteer; Sure never to o'er-shoot, but just to hit, While still too wide or short in human wit.
But honest instinct comes a volunteer; Sure never to o'er-shoot, but just to hit, While still too wide or short in human wit.
Bring, bring the madding Bay, the drunken wine; The creeping, dirty, courtly Ivy join.
Where round some mould'ring tow'r pale ivy creeps, And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps.
Round broken columns clasping ivy twin'd.
Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.
Oh her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Which Jews might kiss and Infidels adore.
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, And wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Know then thyself; presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man.
No more the mounting larks, while Daphne sings, Shall, list'ning, in mid-air suspend their wings.
Wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
A little learning is a dangerous thing.
Some people will never learn anything, for this reason, because they understand everything too soon.
For her, the lilies hang their heads and die.
Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat? Loves of his own, and raptures swell the note.
Love, free as air at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
