By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned; By strangers honored, and by strangers mourned. – Alexander Pope
To endeavor to work upon the vulgar with fine sense is like attempting to hew blocks with a razor. – Alexander Pope
Why has not man a microscopic eye? For the plain reason man is not a fly. – Alexander Pope
Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel? – Alexander Pope
An excuse is worse than a lie, for an excuse is a lie, guarded. – Alexander Pope
Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restored; dies before thy uncreating word: thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall; and universal darkness buries all. – Alexander Pope
Fools admire, but men of sense approve. – Alexander Pope
How happy is the blameless vestals lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot. – Alexander Pope
Blest paper-credit! last and best supply! That lends corruption lighter wings to fly! – Alexander Pope
Order is Heavens first law; and this confessed, some are, and must be, greater than the rest, more rich, more wise; but who infers from hence that such are happier, shocks all common sense. Condition, circumstance, is not the thing; bliss is the same in subject or in king. – Alexander Pope
Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike; Alike reservd to blame, or to commend, A timrous foe, and a suspicious friend. – Alexander Pope
Teach me to feel anothers woe. To hide the fault I see: That the mercy I show to others; that mercy also show to me. – Alexander Pope
Our rural ancestors, with little blest, Patient of labour when the end was rest, Indulged the day that housed their annual grain, With feasts, and offrings, and a thankful strain. – Alexander Pope
Histories are more full of examples of the fidelity of dogs than of friends. – Alexander Pope
One who is too wise an observer of the business of others, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity. – Alexander Pope
And, after all, what is a lie? Tis but the truth in a masquerade. – Alexander Pope
Behold the child, by Natures kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw. – Alexander Pope
Nature and natures laws lay hid in the night. God said, Let Newton be! and all was light! – Alexander Pope
An honest mans the noblest work of God. – Alexander Pope
Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Natures God. – Alexander Pope
