Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest. – Alexander Pope
By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned; By strangers honored, and by strangers mourned. – Alexander Pope

Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest. – Alexander Pope
By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned; By strangers honored, and by strangers mourned. – 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
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