Be silent always when you doubt your sense.
Alexander Pope (1688 - 1744)
Source: An Essay on Criticism, 1711, III, 1. 6
Contributed by: Zaady
Then, at the last and only couplet fraught With some unmeaning thing they call a thought, A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.
Source: An Essay on Criticism, 1711, 1. 156
Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.
Source: Eloisa to Abelard, 1717
Let spades be trumps! she said, and trumps they were.
Source: The Rape of the Lock, 1712
The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.
Source: Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 217.
In lazy apathy let stoics boast Their virtue fix'd: 't is fix'd as in a frost; Contracted all, retiring to the breast; But strength of mind is exercise, not rest.
Source: Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 101.
The ruling passion, be it what it will, The ruling passion conquers reason still.
Source: Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 153.
Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.
All seems infected that th' infected spy, As all looks yellow to the jaundic'd eye.
Source: Essay on Criticism. Part i. Line 558.
Trust not yourself, but your defects to know, make use of every friend and every foe.
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