Quotes from Alexander Pope

Some valuing those of their own side or mind, Still make themselves the measure of mankind: Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.

Know, Nature's children all divide her care; The fur that warms a monarch, warmed a bear. While man exclaims, "See all things for my use!" "See man for mine!" replies a pampered goose: And just as short of reason he must fall, Who thinks all made for one, not one for all.

Some praise at morning what they blame at night, But always think the last opinion right. A Muse by these is like a mistress used, This hour she's idolized, the next abused; While their weak heads, like towns unfortified, 'Twixt sense and nonsense daily change their side. Ask them the cause; they're wiser still they say; And still to-morrow's wiser than to-day.

She sins with poets through pure love of wit

Yet let not each gay turn thy rapture move, For fools admire, but men of sense approve;

All fools have still an itching to deride

With too much quickness ever to be taught, with too much thinking to have common thought: You purchase pain with all t hat joy can give, and die of nothing but a rage to live

Com'è felice il destino dell'incolpevole vestale! Dimentica del mondo, dal mondo dimenticata. Infinita letizia della mente candida! Accettata ogni preghiera e rinunciato a ogni desiderio.

A man should never be ashamed to own that he is wrong, which is but saying in other words, that he is wiser today than he was yesterday.

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Men must be taught as if you taught them not the things unknown, but the things forgotten.

The ruling passion, be it what it will, the ruling passion conquers reason still.

Launch not beyond your depth, but be discreet, And mark that point where sense and dulness meet.

Tis hard to say, if greater want of skill Appear in writing or in judging ill; But, of the two, less dang'rous is th' offence To tire our patience, than mislead our sense.

Act well your part, there all the honor lies.

The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

Natura È™i legile Naturii z?ceau ascunse în bezn?: Dumnezeu a spus s? fie Newton! È™i s-a f?cut lumin?

To be angry, is to revenge the fault of others upon ourselves.

What if the foot, ordained the dust to tread, Or hand, to toil, aspired to be the head? What if the head, the eye, or ear repined To serve mere engines to the ruling mind?

So modern pothecaries taught the art By doctors bills to play the doctor's part. Bold in the practice of mistaken rules Prescribe, apply, and call their masters fools.

Tis not enough your counsel still be true; Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do; Men must be taught as if you taught them not, And things unknown proposed as things forgot.

And while self-love each jealous writer rules, Contending wits become the sport of fools: But still the worst with most regret commend, For each ill author is as bad a friend. To what base ends, and by what abject ways, Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise! Ah ne'er so dire a thirst of glory boast, Nor in the critic let the man be lost! Good nature and good sense must ever join; To err is human; to forgive, divine.

Then say not man's imperfect, Heav'n in fault;. Say rather, man's as perfect as he ought.