Alexander Pope

Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

The longer I live the more I see that I am never wrong about
anything, and that all the read more

The longer I live the more I see that I am never wrong about
anything, and that all the pains that I have so humbly taken to
verify my notions have only wasted my time.

Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand,
They rave, recite, and madden round the land.

Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand,
They rave, recite, and madden round the land.

Then marble, soften'd into life, grew warm.

Then marble, soften'd into life, grew warm.

How index-learning turns no student pale,
Yet holds the eel of science by the tale.

How index-learning turns no student pale,
Yet holds the eel of science by the tale.