A youth of frolic, an old age of cards.
ALEXANDER POPEA youth of frolic, an old age of cards.
ALEXANDER POPEWomen use lovers as they do cards; they play with them a while, and when they have got all they can by them, throw them away, call for new ones, and then perhaps lose by the new all they got by the old ones.
ALEXANDER POPETo be angry is to revenge the faults of others on ourselves.
ALEXANDER POPEFools rush in where angels fear to tread.
ALEXANDER POPEVice is a monster of so frightful mien As to be hated needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
ALEXANDER POPEBeauty draws us with a single hair.
ALEXANDER POPEAs with narrow-necked bottles; the less they have in them, the more noise they make in pouring out.
ALEXANDER POPEThere is but one way I know of conversing safely with all men; that is, not by concealing what we say or do, but by saying or doing nothing that deserves to be concealed.
ALEXANDER POPEGreat oaks grow from little acorns. He has a green thumb. He has green fingers. He’s sowing his wild oats. Here Ceres’ gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper’s hand.
ALEXANDER POPEAn obstinate person does not hold opinions; they hold them.
ALEXANDER POPEWords are like Leaves; and where they most abound, Much Fruit of Sense beneath is rarely found.
ALEXANDER POPEConceit is to nature what paint is to beauty; it is not only needless, but it impairs what it would improve.
ALEXANDER POPEIn faith and hope the world will disagree, but all mankind’s concern is charity.
ALEXANDER POPEThe laughers are a majority.
ALEXANDER POPEWho dare to love their country, and be poor.
ALEXANDER POPEAmusement is the happiness of those who cannot think.
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