Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.

Quote by Alexander Pope

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Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.

Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.

The People's voice is odd; It is, and it is not, the voice of God

The People's voice is odd; It is, and it is not, the voice of God

Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!

Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!

Charms strike the sight; but merit wins the soul.

Charms strike the sight; but merit wins the soul.

And die of nothing but a rage to live.

And die of nothing but a rage to live.

One science only will one genius fit; so vast is art, so narrow human wit.

One science only will one genius fit; so vast is art, so narrow human wit.

Vices and virtues are of a strange nature, for the more we have, the fewer...

Vices and virtues are of a strange nature, for the more we have, the fewer...

In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold, Alike fantastic if too new or...

In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold, Alike fantastic if too new or...

A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring:...

A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring:...

Get place and wealth, if possible with grace; if not, by any means get wealth...

Get place and wealth, if possible with grace; if not, by any means get wealth...

Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.

Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.

Woman's at best a contradiction still.

Woman's at best a contradiction still.

All nature is but art, unknown to thee; All chance, direction, which thou canst not...

All nature is but art, unknown to thee; All chance, direction, which thou canst not...

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

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

Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.

Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.

Next o'er his books his eyes begin to roll, In pleasing memory of all he...

Next o'er his books his eyes begin to roll, In pleasing memory of all he...

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

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

To err is human; to forgive, divine.

To err is human; to forgive, divine.

In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to...

In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to...

The word 'confession,' to me, means needing to be absolved, ... I'm not asking for...

The word 'confession,' to me, means needing to be absolved, ... I'm not asking for...