Quotes from Alexander Pope

Wine works the heart up, wakes the wit, There is no cure 'gainst age but it

Age and want sit smiling at the gate.

Health consists with temperance alone.

To be angry is to revenge the faults of others on ourselves.

Most women have no characters at all.

The nicest constitutions of government are often like the finest pieces of clock-work, which, depending on so many motions, are therefore more subject to be out of order.

Some to conceit alone their taste confine, And glittering thoughts struck out at ev'ry line; Pleas'd with a work where nothing's just or fit; One glaring chaos and wild heap of wit.

A perfect Judge will read each work of Wit With the same spirit that its author writ: Survey the Whole, nor seek slight faults to find Where nature moves, and rapture warms the mind.

In every work regard the writer's end, Since none can compass more than they intend.

Fear not the anger of the wise to raise; Those best can bear reproof who merit praise.

Nothing is more certain than much of the force; as well as grace, of arguments or instructions depends their conciseness.

When much dispute has past, we find our tenets just the same as last.

All nature is but art unknown to thee.

Most authors steal their works, or buy.

Then sculpture and her sister arts revived; stones leaped to form, and rocks began to live.

Persons of genius, and those who are most capable of art, are always most fond of nature: as such are chiefly sensible, that all art consists in the imitation and study of nature.

Art still followed where Rome's eagles flew.

Still follow sense, of ev'ry art the soul, Parts answering parts shall slide into a whole.

True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, as those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.

Never elated when someone's oppressed, never dejected when another one's blessed.

Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

Beauty draws us with a single hair.

'Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all.

Behold the groves that shine with silver frost, their beauty withered, and their verdure lost!