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And empty heads console with empty sound.
A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.
The glorious fault of angels and of gods.
To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady (1717)
The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease.
Placed on this isthmus of a middle state.
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
An Essay on Criticism (1709)
Zeal then, not charity, became the guide.
And all Arabia breathes from yonder box.
Th' unwilling gratitude of base mankind!
The fool is happy that he knows no more.
Ye Gods! annihilate but space and time,
And make two lovers happy.
Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll;
Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
The Rape of the Lock (1712)
Whate'er the passion, knowledge, fame, or pelf,
Not one will change his neighbor with himself.
What beck'ning ghost, along the moonlight shade
Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?
The Works of Mr. Alexander Pope (1717)
Good sense which only is the gift of Heaven,
And though no science, fairly worth the seven.
For wit and judgment often are at strife,
Though meant each other's aid, like man and wife.
An Essay on Criticism (1709)
True wit is nature to advantage dress'd,
What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed.
An Essay on Criticism (1709)
Men must be taught as if you taught them not
And things unknown proposed as things forgot.
Some praise at morning what they blame at night,
But always think the last opinion right.
An Essay on Criticism (1709)
Let such, such only tread this sacred floor,
Who dare to love their country and be poor.