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Ode on Solitude
Happy the man, whose wish and
care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native
air,
In his own ground.
Whose heards with milk, whose
fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with
attire,
Whose trees in summer yield
him shade,
In winter fire.
Blest! who can unconcern'dly
find
Hours, days, and years slide
soft away,
In health of body, peace of
mind,
Quiet by day,
Sound sleep by night; study and
ease
Together mix'd; sweet
recreation,
And innocence, which most
does please,
With meditation.
Thus let me live, unseen,
unknown;
Thus unlamented let me dye;
Steal from the world, and not a
stone
Tell where I lye.
To err is human, to forgive, divine.
Alexander Pope, An Essay on Criticism
Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.
Alexander Pope
Man never thinks himself happy, but when he enjoys those things which
others want or desire.
Alexander Pope
True Wit is Nature to advantage dress'd
What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd;
Something whose truth convinced at sight we find,
That gives us back the image of our mind.
As shades more sweetly recommend the light,
So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit.
Alexander Pope, An Essay on Criticism
Nature and Nature's laws lay
hid in night:
God said, Let Newton be! and
all was light.
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Alexander Pope
I am his Highness' dog at Kew;
Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
Alexander Pope
Of all the causes which conspire to blind
Man's erring judgement, and misguide the mind,
What the weak head with strongest bias rules,
Is PRIDE, the never-failing vice of fools.
Alexander Pope
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
Labour and rest, that equal periods keep;
Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep.
Alexander Pope, Eloisa to Abelard
Music resembles poetry, in each
Are nameless graces which no methods teach,
And which a master hand alone can reach.
Alexander Pope, An Essay on Criticism
Whatever is, is right.
Alexander Pope, An Essay on Man
Men must be taught as if you taught them not,
And things unknown propos'd as things forgot.
Alexander Pope, An Essay on Criticism
An honest man's the noblest work of God
Alexander Pope, An Essay on Man
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Las palabras son como las hojas; cuando abundan, poco fruto hay entre
ellas.
Alexander Pope
Out with it, Dunciad: let the secret pass That secret to each fool - that he's an ass.
The truth once told (and whereby should we lie?),
The queen of Midas slept, and so may I.
You think this cruel? Take it for a rule,
No creature smarts so little as a fool.
Alexander Pope, An Epistle from Mr. Pope, to Dr. Arbuthnot.
We may see the small Value God has for Riches, by the People he gives
them to."
[Thoughts on Various Subjects, 1727]
Alexander Pope, The Prose Works of Alexander Pope
All this dread order break- for whom? for thee?
Vile worm!- oh madness! pride! impiety!
Alexander Pope
Know thy own point: this kind, this due degree
Of blindness, weakness, Heav'n bestows on thee.
Alexander Pope
No, fly me, fly me, far as pole from pole;
Rise Alps between us! and whole oceans roll!
Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me,
Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee.
Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign;
Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine.
Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!)
Long lov'd, ador'd ideas, all adieu!
Alexander Pope
Next o'er his books his eyes began to roll,
In pleasing memory of all he stole.
Alexander Pope, The Dunciad
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;
The proper study of Mankind is Man.
Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle state,(28)
A being darkly wise, and rudely great:
With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side,
With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride,
He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest,
In doubt to deem himself a God, or Beast;
In doubt his Mind or Body to prefer,