Not chaos-like together crushed and bruised, But as the world, harmoniously confused, Where order in variety we see, And where, though all things differ, all agree
Quote by Alexander Pope
Remembrance and reflection how allied. What thin partitions divides sense from thought.
Passions are the gales of life.
No one should be ashamed to admit they are wrong, which is but saying, in...
On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.
At every trifle take offence, that always shows great pride or little sense.
Never find fault with the absent.
Woman's at best a contradiction still.
True, conscious honor is to feel no sin, he's armed without that's innocent within; be...
Fools admire, but men of sense approve.
Health consists with temperance alone.
Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to...
Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!
Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As to be hated needs but to...
Praise undeserved, is satire in disguise.
An honest man's the noblest work of God.
Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be...
The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.
The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read With loads of learned lumber in his head.
And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in a masquerade.
The learned is happy, nature to explore; The fool is happy, that he knows no...