Alexander Pope

True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance. 'T is not enough no harshness gives offence,- The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

And make each day a critic on the last.

On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Which Jews might kiss and infidels adore.

A person who is too nice as an observer of the business of the crowd, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity.

Good God! how often are we to die before we go quite off this stage? In every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part.

Conceit is to nature what paint is to beauty; it is not only needless, but it impairs what it would improve.

Content if hence th' unlearn'd their wants may view, The learn'd reflect on what before they knew.

True politeness consists in being easy one's self, and in making every one about one as easy as one can.

Is it, in Heav'n, a crime to love too well? To bear too tender, or too firm a heart To act a lover's or a Roman's part? Is there no bright reversion in the sky, For those who greatly think, or bravely die?

A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state.