Alexander Pope Quotes

Each finding like a friend
Something to blame, and something to commend.

I think it was a generous thought, and one that fow'd from an exalted mind, that it was not improbable but God might be delighted with the various methods of worshipping him, which divided the whole world.

I am growing fit, I hope, for a better world, of which light of the sun is but a shadow: for I doubt not but God's works here, are what comes nearest to his works there; and that a true relish of the beauties of nature is the most easy preparation and gentlest transition to an enjoyment of those of heaven; as on the contrary a true town life of hurry, confusion, noise, slander, and dissension, is a fort of apprenticeship to hell and its furies... The separation of my soul and body is what I could think of with less pain; for I sm very sure he that made it will take care of it, and in whatever state he pleases it shall be, that state must be right; but I cannot think without tears of beingseparated from my friends, when their condition is so douubtful, that they may want even such assistance as mine

Dear, damned, distracting town, farewell! Thy fools no more I'll tease: This year in peace, ye critics, dwell, Ye harlots, sleep at ease!

Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell, For sober, studious days!

Well, if our author in the wife offends
He has a husband that will make amends;
He draws him gentle, tender, and forgiving,
And sure such kind good creatures may be living.

The stoic husband was the glorious thing.
The man had courage, was a sage, 'tis true,
And lov'd his country.

I find myself just in the same situation of mind you describe as your own, heartily wishing the good, that is the quiet of my country, and hoping a total end of all the unhappy divisions of mankind by party-spirit, which at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.

Nothing can be more shocking and horrid than one of our kitchens sprinkled with blood, and abounding with the cries of expiring victims, or with the limbs of dead animals scattered or hung up here and there. It gives one the image of a giant's den in a romance, bestrewed with scattered heads and mangled limbs.

How vast a memory has Love!

Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night: God said, "Let Newton be!" and all was light.

I am his Highness' Dog at Kew; Pray tell me Sir, whose Dog are you?

Histories are more full of Examples of the Fidelity of dogs than of Friends.

Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies, And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.

The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole Can never be a mouse of any soul.