Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare, And beauty draws us with a single hair.
Alexander Pope (1688 - 1744)
Source: The Rape of the Lock. Canto ii. Line 27.
Contributed by: Zaady
'Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all.
Source: Essay on Criticism. Part i. Line 45.
Some are bewildered in the maze of schools, And some made coxcombs nature meant but fools.
Source: Essay on Criticism. Part i Line 26.
Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying!
Source: The Dying Christian to His Soul, 1712, st. 1
Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescrib'd, their present state.
Source: Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 77.
What dire offence from amorous causes springs! What mighty contests rise from trivial things!
Source: The Rape of the Lock, 1712, Canto i. Line 1.
To be angry is to revenge the faults of others on ourselves.
When much dispute has past, we find our tenets just the same at last.
Die of a rose in aromatic pain.
Source: Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 200.
Fools admire, but men of sense approve.
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