Alexander Pope ( 10 of 261 )
Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet
To run amuck and tilt at all I meet.
Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet
To run amuck and tilt at all I meet.
Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.
Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.
Some people will never learn anything, for this reason, because they understand everything too soon.
Some people will never learn anything, for this reason, because they understand everything too soon.
Where grows?--where grows it not? If vain our toil,
We ought to blame the culture, not the soil.
Where grows?--where grows it not? If vain our toil,
We ought to blame the culture, not the soil.
No question is ever settled
Until it is settled right.
No question is ever settled
Until it is settled right.
Party is the madness of many, for the gains of a few.
Party is the madness of many, for the gains of a few.
What the weak head with strongest bias rules,
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
What the weak head with strongest bias rules,
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
In various talk th' instructive hours they past,
Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last;
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In various talk th' instructive hours they past,
Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last;
One speaks the glory of the British queen,
And one describes a charming Indian screen;
A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes;
At every word a reputation dies.
"An't it please your Honour," quoth the Peasant,
"This same Desset is not so pleasant:
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"An't it please your Honour," quoth the Peasant,
"This same Desset is not so pleasant:
Give me again my hollow Tree,
A Crust of Bread, and Liberty."
Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray,
With joyous musick wake the dawning day.
Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray,
With joyous musick wake the dawning day.
