Quotes
Quotes - Pope
Most women have no characters at all.
She who ne'er answers till a husband cools,
Or if she rules him, never shows she rules.
And mistress of herself though china fall.
Woman's at best a contradiction still.
Who shall decide when doctors disagree,
And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?
Blest paper-credit! last and best supply!
That lends corruption lighter wings to fly.
P. What riches give us let us then inquire:
Meat, fire, and clothes. B. What more? P. Meat, fine clothes, and fire.
But thousands die without or this or that,--
Die, and endow a college or a cat.
The ruling passion, be it what it will,
The ruling passion conquers reason still.
Extremes in Nature equal good produce;
Extremes in man concur to general use.
Rise, honest muse! and sing The Man of Ross.
Ye little stars! hide your diminish'd rays.
Who builds a church to God and not to fame,
Will never mark the marble with his name.
In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half hung.
Where London's column, pointing at the skies,
Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies.
Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven,
And though no science, fairly worth the seven.
To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite,
Who never mentions hell to ears polite.
Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere,
In action faithful, and in honour clear;
Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end,
Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend.
'T is with our judgments as our watches,--none
Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
One science only will one genius fit:
So vast is art, so narrow human wit.
From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part,
And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
Those oft are stratagems which errors seem,
Nor is it Homer nods, but we that dream.
Of all the causes which conspire to blind
Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind;
What the weak head with strongest bias rules,--
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
A little learning is a dangerous thing;
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring:
There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,
And drinking largely sobers us again.
Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise!
