What woeful stuff this madrigal would be, In some starved hackney sonneteer, or me! But let a lord once own the happy lines, How the wit brightens! how the style refines!
Alexander Pope (1688 - 1744)
Source: An Essay on Criticism, 1711, 1. 218
Contributed by: Zaady
Years following years steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away.
Who builds a church to God and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name.
Source: Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 285.
Men must be taught as if you taught them not, And things unknown propos'd as things forgot.
Source: Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 15.
With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought.
Source: Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 97. [excerpt]
To observations which ourselves we make, We grow more partial for th' observer's sake.
Source: Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 11.
Here thou, great Anna!* whom three realms obey Dost sometimes counsel take-and sometimes tea. * Queen Anne
Source: The Rape of the Lock, 1712
He best can paint them who shall feel them most.
Source: Eloisa to Abelard, 1717, last line.
"With ev'ry pleasing, ev'ry prudent part, Say, what can Chloe want?"-She wants a heart.
Source: Moral Essays, 1720-1735, Epistle II, To Mrs. M. Blount, 1735
Oft, as in airy rings they skim the heath, The clamtrous lapwings feel the leaden death; Oft, as the mounting larks their notes prepare They fall, and leave their little lives in air.
Source: Windsor Forest, 1713
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