What then remains, but well our power to use, And keep good humour still whate’er we lose? And trust me, dear, good humour can prevail, When airs, an… - Alexander Pope

Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll;
Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

"Oh let me live my own! and die so too!
("To live and die is all I have to do:")
Maintain a poet's dignity and ease,
And see what friends, and read what books I please."

Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain, Here earth and water seem to strive again, Not chaos-like together crushed and bruised, But, as the world, harmoniously confused: Where order in variety we see, And where, though all things differ, all agree.

Therefore they who say our thoughts are not our own because they resemble the Ancients, may as well say our faces are not our own, because they are like our Fathers: And indeed it is very unreasonable, that people should expect us to be Scholars, and yet be angry to find us so.