Alexander Pope

She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen.

Why has not man a microscopic eye? For this plain reason: man is not a fly.

Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.

If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.

To err is human, to forgive, divine.

How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense, And love th'offender, yet detest th'offence?

For forms of government let fools contest; Whate'er is best administer'd is best. For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; His can't be wrong whose life is in the right. In faith and hope the world will disagree, But all mankind's concern is charity.

Persons of genius, and those who are most capable of art, are always most fond of nature: as such are chiefly sensible, that all art consists in the imitation and study of nature.

Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, Content to dwell in decencies forever.

Virtuous and vicious every man must be,- Few in the extreme, but all in the degree.