You purchase pain with all that joy can give, and die of nothing but a rage to live. – Alexander Pope
Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind. – Alexander Pope
You purchase pain with all that joy can give, and die of nothing but a rage to live. – Alexander Pope
Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind. – Alexander Pope
The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read With loads of learned lumber in his head. – Alexander Pope
To endeavor to work upon the vulgar with fine sense is like attempting to hew blocks with a razor. – Alexander Pope