Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers that our merits know. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd, Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd. Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise,… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom Lost in a convent's solitary gloom! — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Ah! what avails it me the flocks to keep, Who lost my heart while I preserv'd my sheep. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, serv'd no private… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
But see how oft ambition's aims are cross'd, and chiefs contend 'til all the prize is lost! — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Be thou the first true merit to befriend, his praise is lost who stays till all commend. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Virtue, I grant you, is an empty boast; But shall the dignity of vice be lost? — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Behold the groves that shine with silver frost, their beauty withered, and their verdure lost! — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
How do we know that we have a right to kill creatures that we are so little above, as dogs, for our curiosity or… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart; To make mankind, in conscious virtue… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Let such teach others who themselves excel, And censure freely who have written well. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best, Welcome the coming, speed the going guest. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Like following life through creatures you dissect, You lose it in the moment you detect. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
When two people compliment each other with the choice of anything, each of them generally gets that which he likes least. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style, Amaze th' unlearn'd and make the learned smile. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
She went from opera, park, assembly, play, To morning walks, and prayers three hours a day. To part her time 'twixt reading and bohea,… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
I am satisfied to trifle away my time, rather than let it stick by me. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
The greatest advantage I know of being thought a wit by the world is, that it gives one the greater freedom of playing the… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
