Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die. – Alexander Pope
Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind. – Alexander Pope
Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die. – Alexander Pope
Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind. – Alexander Pope
Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell aspiring to be angels men rebel. – Alexander Pope
Party-spirit at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few. – Alexander Pope