Quotes
Quotes - Pope
Who dare to love their country, and be poor.
The infant, on opening his eyes, ought to see his country, and to the hour of his death never lose sight of it. [Fr., Un enfant en ouvrant ses yeux doit voir la patrie, et jusqu'a la mort ne voir qu'elle.]
He who tells a lie is not sensible of how great a task he undertakes; for he must be forced to invent twenty more to maintain that one.
Who sees pale Mammom pine amidst his store, Sees but a backward steward for the poor.
So modern 'pothecaries, taught the art By doctor's bills to play the doctor's part, Bold in the practice of mistaken rules, Prescribe, apply, and call their masters fools.
Learn from the beasts the physic of the field.
Who shall decide when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?
Banished the doctor, and expell'd the friend.
Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!
To hide the fault I see: That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see: That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Accept a miracle; instead of wit,-- See two dull lines by Stanhope's pencil writ.
'Tis strange the miser should his cares employ To gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy; Is it less strange the prodigal should waste His wealth to purchase what he ne'er can taste?
And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show.
Where London's column, pointing at the skies, Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies.
Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die; Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.
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.
Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Order is Heaven's first law; and this confess, Some are and must be greater than the rest.
Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd, But, as the world, harmoniously confused: Where order in variety we see, And where tho' all things differ, all agree.
You purchase pain with all that joy can give, And die of nothing but a rage to live.
He best can paint them who shall feel them most.
