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.
Alexander Pope (1688 - 1744)
Source: Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 63.
Contributed by: Zaady
What's fame? a fancy'd life in other's breath. A thing beyond us, even before our death.
Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favors call; She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all .
Source: The Temple of Fame, 1711
Dear, damned, distracting town, farewell! Thy fools no more I'll tease: This year in peace, ye critics, dwell, Ye harlots, sleep at ease!
Source: A Farewell to London, 1715
Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell, For sober, studious days!
The wrath of Peleus' son, the direful spring Of all the Grecian woes, O goddess sing! Another version: Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring Of woes unnumbered, heavenly goddess, sing!
Source: Translation of the Iliad, 1715
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
Who shall decide when doctors disagree?
Source: Moral Essays, 1720-1735, Epistle III, To Lord Bathurst, 1732
But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Source: Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 111.
You eat, in dreams, the custard of the day.
Copyright © 2015 Gaiam, Inc.