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Alexander Pope
A person who...
A person who is too nice an observer of the business of the crowd, like one who is too curious in observing the labor...
All seems infected...
All seems infected that th'infected spy,
As all looks yellow to the jaundic'd eye.
One simile, that...
One simile, that solitary shines
In a dry desert of a thousand lines.
Source:...
To err is...
To err is human, to forgive, divine.
Source: An Essay on Criticism.
-- Alexander...
Trust not yourself,...
Trust not yourself, but your defects to know. Make use of every friend and every foe.
The learn'd is...
The learn'd is happy nature to explore,
The fool is happy that he knows no more.
True wit is...
True wit is nature to advantage dress'd;
What oft was thought, but ne'er so well...
Hope springs eternal...
Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never is, but always to be blessed.
Order is heav'ns...
Order is heav'ns first law.
Source: An Essay on Man
-- Alexander Pope, (May 21...
Not to go...
Not to go back is somewhat to advance, and men must walk, at least, before they dance.
Some people will...
Some people will never learn anything, for this reason, because they understand everything too...
Is there no...
Is there no bright reversion in the sky,
For those who greatly think, or bravely die?
Such laboured nothings,...
Such laboured nothings, in so strange a style,
Amaze th' unlearn'd, and make the learned...
No one should...
No one should be ashamed to admit they are wrong, which is but saying, in other words, that they are wiser today than...
Histories are more...
Histories are more full of examples of the fidelity of dogs than of friends.
Sir, I admit...
Sir, I admit your general rule,
That every poet is a fool,
But you yourself may serve to show it,
That every...
Of all the...
Of all the causes which conspire to blind
Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind,
What the weak head with...
Some daemon stole...
Some daemon stole my pen (forgive th' offence)
And once betrayed me into common sense.
Else all my prose and...
So much they...
So much they scorn the crowd, that if the throng
By chance go right, they purposely go...
Not louder shrieks...
Not louder shrieks to pitying heav'n are cast,
When husbands, or when lap-dogs breathe their...