With too much quickness ever to be taught, with too much thinking to have common thought: You purchase pain with all t hat joy can give, and die of n… - Alexander Pope

You purchase pain with all that joy can give and die of nothing but a rage to live.

And die of nothing but a rage to live

Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear, with ev'ry bead I drop too soft a tear...

Een mens moet zich nooit schamen te bekennen dat hij ongelijk had, daarmee zegt hij slechts in andere woorden dat hij vandaag wijzer is dan hij gisteren was.

The Quiet Life
by Alexander Pope (1688-1744)

Happy the man whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air
In his own ground.
Whose herds 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 mixt, sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please
With meditation.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.