But to the world no bugbear is so great, As want of figure and a small estate. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
What nature wants, commodious gold bestows; 'Tis thus we cut the bread another sows. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
"With ev'ry pleasing, ev'ry prudent part, Say, what can Chloe want?"-She wants a heart. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow; The rest is all but leather and prunello. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Poets heap virtues, painters gems, at will, And show their zeal, and hide their want of skill. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Content if hence th' unlearn'd their wants may view, The learn'd reflect on what before they knew. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Count all th' advantage prosperous Vice attains, 'Tis but what Virtue flies from and disdains: And grant the bad what happiness they… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Fine sense and exalted sense are not half so useful as common sense. There are forty men of wit for one man… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Poets like painters, thus unskilled to trace The naked nature and the living grace, With gold and jewels cover ev'ry part, And… — 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
