"But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless."

"None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd A thought, and claims the homage of a tear."

"Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?"

"The dome of thought, the palace of the soul."

"Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power."

"A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!"

"Gone — glimmering through the dream of things that were."

"War, war is still the cry, "War even to the knife!""

"Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings."

"By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see For one who hath no friend, no brother there."

"Deep in yon cave Honorius long did dwell, In hope to merit Heaven by making earth a Hell."

"O Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land."

"My native land, good night!"

"Adieu! adieu! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue."

"Might shake the saintship of an anchorite."

"Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal."

"Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair."

"If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men."

"Had sighed to many, though he loved but one."

"Vexed with mirth the drowsy ear of night."

"I've often wished that I had clear, For life, six hundred pounds a year; A handsome house to lodge a friend, A river at my garden's end, A terrace walk, and half a rood Of land set out to plant a wood."

"The Imitations of Horace seem to have been written as relaxations of his [Pope's] genius. This employment became his favourite by its facility; the plan was ready to his hand, and nothing was required but to accommodate as he could the sentiments of an old author to recent facts or familiar images; but what is easy is seldom excellent: such imitations cannot give pleasure to common readers. The man of learning may be sometimes surprised and delighted by an unexpected parallel; but the comparison requires knowledge of the original, which will likewise often detect strained applications. Between Roman images and English manners there will be an irreconcileable dissimilitude, and the work will be generally uncouth and party-coloured; neither original nor translated, neither ancient nor modern."

"‘Tis the first virtue, vices to abhor; And the first wisdom, to be fool no more."

"Grac'd as thou art with all the power of words, So known, so honour'd at the House of Lords."

"The worst of madmen is a saint run mad."

"Learn to live well, or fairly make your Will; You've play'd, and lov'd, and eat, and drank your fill: Walk sober off; before a sprightlier Age Comes titt'ring on, and shoves you from the stage: Leave such to trifle with more grace and ease, Whom Folly pleases, and whose Follies please."

"Call, if you will, bad rhyming a disease, It gives men happiness, or leaves them ease."

"Words that wise Bacon or brave Raleigh spoke."

"The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg."

"Years following years steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away."

"Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise."

"We poets are (upon a poet's word) Of all mankind the creatures most absurd; The season when to come, and when to go, To sing, or cease to sing, we never know."

"There still remains, to mortify a wit, The many-headed monster of the pit."

"Who pants for glory finds but short repose: A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows."

"Ev'n copius Dryden wanted, or forgot, The last and greatest art — the art to blot."

"Waller was smooth; but Dryden taught to join The varying verse, the full resounding line, The long majestic march, and energy divine."

"What will a child learn sooner than a song?"

"Who says in verse what others say in prose."

"Then marble soften'd into life grew warm, And yielding, soft metal flow'd to human form."

"One simile that solitary shines In the dry desert of a thousand lines."

"The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease."

"The people's voice is odd, It is, and is not, the voice of God."

"Authors, like coins, grow dear as they grow old: It is the rust we value, not the gold."

"Above all Greek, above all Roman fame."

"Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace; If not, by any means get wealth and place."

"He's armed without that's innocent within."

"Here, Wisdom calls: "Seek Virtue first, be bold! As Gold to Silver, Virtue is to Gold.""

"Not to go back is somewhat to advance, And men must walk, at least, before they dance."

"When the brisk minor pants for twenty-one."