Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Alexander Pope (1688 - 1744)
Source: Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 83.
Contributed by: Zaady
Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.
Source: Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 109.
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Source: Eloisa to Abelard, 1717
Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow; The rest is all but leather or prunello.
Source: Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 203.
The young disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.
Source: Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 135.
All gardening is landscape painting.
Fix'd like a plant on his peculiar spot, To draw nutrition, propagate, and rot.
How loved, how honored once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot A heap of dust alone remains of thee 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Source: Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, 1717
Judge not of actions by their mere effect; Dive to the center, and the cause detect. Great deeds from meanest springs may take their course, And smallest virtues from a mighty source.
Source: The Odyssey, book ii. line 42.
Woman's at best a contradiction still.
Source: Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 270.
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