Alexander Pope

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.

'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.

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!

Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.

Who shall decide when doctors disagree?

But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.

You eat, in dreams, the custard of the day.