For when success a lover's toil attends,Few ask, if fraud or force attain'd his ends — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Is there no bright reversion in the sky, For those who greatly think or bravely die? — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
In every work regard the writer's end, Since none can compass more than they intend. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Thus God and nature linked the gen'ral frame, And bade self-love and social be the same. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Those oft are stratagems which errors seem Nor is it Homer nods, but we that dream; — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
“Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear, with ev'ry bead I drop too soft a tear...” — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
But thousands die without or this or that, Die, and endow a college or a cat. — 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
Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favors call; She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all . — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
O Love! for Sylvia let me gain the prize, And make my tongue victorious as her eyes. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Judges and senates have been bought for gold; Esteem and love were never to be sold. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
The season when to come, and when to go, to sing, or cease to sing, we never know. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Two purposes in human nature rule. Self- love to urge, and reason to restrain. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, And if I lose thy love, I lose my all. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Ask you what provocation I have had? The strong antipathy of good to bad. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
How loved, how honored once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot A heap of dust alone remains of… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Is it, in Heav'n, a crime to love too well? To bear too tender or too firm a heart, To act a… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
But see, the shepherds shun the noonday heat, The lowing herds to murmuring brooks retreat, To closer shades the panting flocks remove;… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
There should be, methinks, as little merit in loving a woman for her beauty as in loving a man for his prosperity;… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
In men, we various ruling passions find; In women, two almost divide the kind Those, only fixed, they first or last obey,… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Women use lovers as they do cards; they play with them a while, and when they have got all they can by… — 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