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If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
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Thou Great First Cause, least understood Who all my sense confined To know but this, that Thou art good And that myself am blind.
Alexander Pope
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Good God! how often are we to die before we go quite off this stage? in every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part.
Alexander Pope -
Therefore they who say our thoughts are not our own because they resemble the Ancients, may as well say our faces are not our own, because they are like our Fathers: And indeed it is very unreasonable, that people should expect us to be Scholars, and yet be angry to find us so.
Alexander Pope -
I am his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
Alexander Pope -
Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take — and sometimes tea.
Alexander Pope -
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
Alexander Pope -
It is with narrow-souled people as with narrow necked bottles: the less they have in them, the more noise they make in pouring it out.
Alexander Pope
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And binding Nature fast in fate, Left free the human will.
Alexander Pope -
Oft, as in airy rings they skim the heath, The clam'rous lapwings feel the leaden death; Oft, as the mounting larks their notes prepare, They fall, and leave their little lives in air.
Alexander Pope -
Ambition first sprung from your blest abodes; The glorious fault of Angels and of Gods.
Alexander Pope -
'Boast not my fall (he cried), insulting foe! Thou by some other shalt be laid as low; Nor think to die dejects my lofty mind; All that I dread is leaving you behind! Rather than so, ah let me still survive, And burn in Cupid's flames - but burn alive.'
Alexander Pope -
To be angry, is to revenge the fault of others upon ourselves.
Alexander Pope -
Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies, And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.
Alexander Pope
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Proud Nimrod first the bloody chase began A mighty hunter, and his prey was man.
Alexander Pope -
When men grow virtuous in their old age, they only make a sacrifice to God of the devil's leavings.
Alexander Pope -
For he lives twice who can at once employ The present well, and e'en the past enjoy.
Alexander Pope -
Let such, such only tread this sacred floor, Who dare to love their country and be poor.
Alexander Pope -
Sir Plume, of amber snuff-box justly vain, And the nice conduct of a clouded cane.
Alexander Pope -
Not louder shrieks to pitying heav'n are cast, When husbands, or when lapdogs, breathe their last.
Alexander Pope
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Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying!
Alexander Pope -
Our passions are like convulsion-fits, which, though they make us stronger for the time, leave us the weaker ever after.
Alexander Pope -
The stoic husband was the glorious thing.The man had courage, was a sage, 'tis true,And lov'd his country.
Alexander Pope -
I find myself just in the same situation of mind you describe as your own, heartily wishing the good, that is the quiet of my country, and hoping a total end of all the unhappy divisions of mankind by party-spirit, which at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.
Alexander Pope