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We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow;
Our wiser sons, no doubt will think us so.
Whether you choose Cervantes' serious air,
Or laugh and shake in Rabelais' armchair.
Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see,
Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall...
Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel?
Source: Lord Hervey, in Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot...
What's fame? a fancy'd life in other's breath. A thing beyond us, even before our death.
Where'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade,
Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade:
Where'er you...
While pensive poets painful vigils keep
Sleepless themselves to give their readers...
Woman's at best a contradiction still.
Source: Moral Essays, II
-- Alexander...
Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,
A hero perish, or a sparrow fall,
Atoms or systems into ruin...
When men grow virtuous in their old age, they only make a sacrifice to God of the devil's...
Why did I write? what sin to me unknown
Dipt me in ink, my parents', or my own?
Who reasons wisely is not therefore wise; His pride in reasoning, not in acting, lies.
Ye gods! annihilate but space and time.
And make two lovers happy.
Source: The...
Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.
Source: Epistle to Dr....
Yes; I am proud, I must be proud to see
Men not afraid of God, afraid of me.
Why has not man a microscopic eye?
For this plain reason, man is not a fly.
With too much quickness ever to be taught;
With too much thinking to have common...
`With every pleasing, every prudent part,
Say, what can Chloe want?' - She wants a...
Words are like leaves; and where they most abound,
Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely...
You beat your Pate, and fancy Wit will come:
Knock as you please, there's no body at...