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!
Alexander Pope (1688 - 1744)
Source: Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, 1717
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
True wit is Nature to advantage dress'd, What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd.
Source: Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 97.
Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!
Source: Eloisa to Abelard, 1717
Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies, And catch the manners living as they rise; Laugh where we must, be candid where we can, But vindicate the ways of God to man.
Source: Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 13.
'Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.
Source: Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 60.
But Satan now is wiser than of yore, And tempts by making rich, not making poor.
What beck'ning ghost, along the moonlight shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?
Whatever is, is right.
Source: Essay on Man, epistle i. line 289.
Where'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade, Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a shade: Where'er you tread, the blushing flow'rs shall rise, And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.
Source: Pastorals, 1704
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