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Alexander Pope
Right well mine...
Right well mine eyes arede the myster wight,
On parchment scraps y-fed and Wormius...
Speed the soft...
Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul,
And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.
Pride is still...
Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels...
So sweetly mawkish...
So sweetly mawkish and so smoothly dull.
Source: The Dunciad, Bk iii. 171
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Like Cato, give...
Like Cato, give his little senate laws,
And sit attentive to his own applause.
She, while her...
She, while her lover pants upon her breast,
Can mark the figures on an Indian chest.
Stretched on the...
Stretched on the rack of a too easy chair.
Source: The Dunciad, Bk iv. 342
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Rise, honest Muse!...
Rise, honest Muse! and sing the Man of Ross.
Source: Moral Essays, Epistle III....
Statesman, yet friend...
Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere
In action faithful, and in honour clear,
Who broke no promise,...
Loud thunder to...
Loud thunder to its bottom shook the bog,
And the hoarse nation croaked, `God save King...
Sir Plume, of...
Sir Plume, of amber snuff-box justly vain,
And the nice conduct of a clouded cane.
That true self-love...
That true self-love and social are the same;
That virtue only makes our bliss below;
And all our knowledge is,...
She moves a...
She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen.
Source: Homer's Iliad, III. 1
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Sure of their...
Sure of their qualities and demanding praise, more go to ruined fortunes than are raised.
Nor in the...
Nor in the critic let the man be lost.
Source: An Essay on Criticism.
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Slave to no...
Slave to no sect, who takes no private road,
But looks through nature up to nature's...
The mob of...
The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease.
Source: Satires and Epistles of Horace...
Some praise at...
Some praise at morning what they blame at night;
But always think the last opinion...
The hidden harmony...
The hidden harmony is better than the obvious.
Source:
-- Alexander Pope, (May...
Not to admire,...
Not to admire, is all the art I know
To make men happy, and to keep them so.