Alexander Pope

The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd

For what I have publish'd, I can only hope to be pardon'd; but for what I have burned, I deserve to be prais'd.

How happy is the blameless vessle's lot!  The world forgetting, by the world forgot.  Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!  Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd.

Of manners gentle, of affections mild, In wit a man, simplicity a child.

Genuine religion is not so much a matter of feeling as a matter of principle.

Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.

All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.

She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen.

Ask you what provocation I have had? The strong antipathy of good to bad.

Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven.