You beat your Pate, and fancy Wit will come: Knock as you please, there's no body at home.
Alexander Pope (1688 - 1744)
Contributed by: Zaady
Jove, thou regent of the skies.
Source: The Odyssey, book ii. line 42.
Some judge of authors' names, not works, and then Nor praise nor blame the writings, but the men.
Source: An Essay on Criticism, 1711, 1. 2I2
It is with our judgments as with our watches: no two go just alike, yet each believes his own.
An honest man's the noblest work of God.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest. The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Source: Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 95.
Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.
But where's the man who counsel can bestow, Still pleased to teach, and yet not proud to know?
Source: An Essay on Criticism, 1711, 1. 72
Careless of censure, nor too fond of fame, Still pleased to praise, yet not afraid to blame, Averse alike to flatter or offend, Not free from faults, nor yet too vain to mend.
Source: An Essay on Criticism, 1711, 1. 182
The bookful blockhead ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head, With his own tongue still edifies his ears, And always list'ning to himself appears. All books he reads, and all he reads assails.
Source: Essay on Criticism. Part i. Line 53.
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