Great oaks grow from little acorns. He has a green thumb. He has green fingers. He's sowing his wild oats. Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
See the wild Waste of all-devouring years! How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears, With nodding arches, broken temples spread! The very Tombs now vanish'd like their dead! — 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
