Author: Alexander Pope

I know the thing that’s most uncommon; (Envy be silent and attend!) I know a Reasonable Woman, Handsome and witty, […]

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan The proper study of Mankind is Man. Placed on this isthmus of […]

I. How happy he, who free from care The rage of courts, and noise of towns; Contented breaths his native […]

True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance. ‘Tis not […]

Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his […]

You know where you did despise (Tother day) my little Eyes, Little Legs, and little Thighs, And some things, of […]

Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe […]

Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II. i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc’d world, and […]

‘Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, […]

Vital spark of heav’nly flame! Quit, O quit this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling’ring, flying, O the pain, the bliss […]

When wise Ulysses, from his native coast Long kept by wars, and long by tempests toss’d, Arrived at last, poor, […]