Dear, damned, distracting town, farewell! Thy fools no more I'll tease: This year in peace, ye critics, dwell, Ye harlots, sleep at ease!
Alexander Pope (1688 - 1744)
Source: A Farewell to London, 1715
Contributed by: Zaady
Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell, For sober, studious days!
In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold, Alike fantastic if too new or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Source: Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 133.
'Tis education forms the common mind: Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.
Source: Moral Essays, 1720-1735, Epistle I, To Lord Cobham, 1734
Those oft are stratagems which errors seem Nor is it Homer nods, but we that dream;
Source: An Essay on Criticism, 1711
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.
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