Alexander Pope

1688 - 1744

A Quote by Alexander Pope on dance and men

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Not to go back is somewhat to advance, and men must walk, at least, before they dance.

Alexander Pope (1688 - 1744)

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A Quote by Alexander Pope on god and men

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Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God, afraid of me.

Alexander Pope (1688 - 1744)

Source: On Paradise Lost

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A Quote by Alexander Pope on church, music, and words

Some to church repair, Not for the doctrine, but the music there. These equal syllables alone require, Though oft the ear the open vowels tire; While expletives their feeble aid to join, And ten low words oft creep in one dull line.

Alexander Pope (1688 - 1744)

Source: Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 142.

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A Quote by Alexander Pope on trifle

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At ev'ry trifle scorn to take offense.

Alexander Pope (1688 - 1744)

Source: An Essay on Criticism, 1711, 1. 186

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A Quote by Alexander Pope on thought

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One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight, Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight.

Alexander Pope (1688 - 1744)

Source: Eloisa to Abelard, 1717

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A Quote by Alexander Pope

Fire in each eye and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.

Alexander Pope (1688 - 1744)

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A Quote by Alexander Pope on heaven, laws, and order

Order is Heaven's first law.

Alexander Pope (1688 - 1744)

Source: Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 49.

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A Quote by Alexander Pope on laws, nature, and order

Order is nature's first law.

Alexander Pope (1688 - 1744)

Source: An Essay on Man

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A Quote by Alexander Pope on belief and justice

'Tis with our judgments as our watches,-none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.

Alexander Pope (1688 - 1744)

Source: Essay on Criticism. Part i. Line 9. 1711

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A Quote by Alexander Pope

Oh name forever sad! forever dear! Still breathed in sighs, still ushered with a tear.

Alexander Pope (1688 - 1744)

Source: Eloisa to Abelard, 1717

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