Alexander Pope

Know then this truth, enough for man to know virtue alone is happiness below.

Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words,-health, peace, and competence.

Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.

Nay, fly to altars; there they'll talk you dead; For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.

'Tis education forms the common mind: Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.

Those oft are stratagems which errors seem Nor is it Homer nods, but we that dream;

Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.

False happiness is like false money; it passes for a time as well as the true, and serves some ordinary occasions; but when it is brought to the touch, we find the lightness and alloy, and feel the loss.