True wit is nature to advantage dressed; What oft was thought, but ne’er so well expressed.
ALEXANDER POPETrue wit is nature to advantage dressed; What oft was thought, but ne’er so well expressed.
ALEXANDER POPEPassions are the gales of life.
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 excuse is worse and more terrible than a lie; for an excuse is a lie guarded.
ALEXANDER POPELove the offender, yet detest the offense.
ALEXANDER POPEThe laughers are a majority.
ALEXANDER POPEA little learning is a dangerous thing; drink of it deeply, or taste it not, for shallow thoughts intoxicate the brain, and drinking deeply sobers us again.
ALEXANDER POPEThe world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d
ALEXANDER POPEEvery professional was once an amateur.
ALEXANDER POPEExpression is the dress of thought.
ALEXANDER POPETis but a part we see, and not a whole.
ALEXANDER POPELulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!
ALEXANDER POPEYou purchase pain with all that joy can give and die of nothing but a rage to live.
ALEXANDER POPEFools rush in where angels fear to tread.
ALEXANDER POPETrue ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance.
ALEXANDER POPEPraise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
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