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
Why has not man a microscopic eye? For the plain reason man is not a fly. – Alexander Pope
Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example. – Alexander Pope
By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned; By strangers honored, and by strangers mourned. – Alexander Pope