Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.
Quote by Alexander Pope
Alexander Pope Quotes
Why did I write? What sin to me unknown dipped me in ink, my parents...
At every word a reputation dies.
All nature is but art, unknown to thee; all chance, direction, which thou canst not...
The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read With loads of learned lumber in his head.
Many men have been capable of doing a wise thing, more a cunning thing, but...
You eat, in dreams, the custard of the day.
A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.
Of manners gentle, of affections mild; In wit a man, simplicity a child
Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er...
Praise undeserved, is satire in disguise.
Who shall decide when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the...
Fools admire, but men of sense approve.
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, as those who move easiest have...
The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.
When we are young, we are slavishly employed in procuring something whereby we may live...
But blind to former as to future fate, what mortal knows his pre-existent state?
'Tis education forms the common mind; just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.
Never elated when someone's oppressed, never dejected when another one's blessed.