All Quotes

"Why don't the men propose, Mamma? Why don't the men propose?"

"She wore a wreath of roses The first night that we met."

"Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep."

"Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago."

"The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me."

"Oh pilot, 'tis a fearful night! There's danger on the deep."

"Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may'st be."

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder: Isle of Beauty, fare thee well!"

"The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly-branch shone on the old oak wall."

"Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands, And many friends I've met; Not one fair scene or kindly smile Can this fond heart forget."

"My fond affection thou hast seen, Then judge of my regret To think more happy thou hadst been If we had never met."

"I'm saddest when I sing."

"I'd be a butterfly born in a bower, Where roses and lilies and violets meet."

"Those, who have wealth, must be watchful and wary; Power, alas! nought but misery brings!"

"Sure it is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away."

"Oh no: we never mention her! Her name is never heard; My lips are now forbid to speak That once familiar word."

"Happy the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground."

"Thus let me live, unseen, unknown; Thus unlamented let me die; Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie."

"'Tis fixed, the irrevocable doom of Jove; No force can bend me, no persuasion move."

"A little Learning is a dang'rous Thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian Spring: There shallow Draughts intoxicate the Brain, And drinking largely sobers us again."

"They dream in Courtship, but in Wedlock wake."

"The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole Can never be a mouse of any soul."

"Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies, And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise."

"Histories are more full of Examples of the Fidelity of dogs than of Friends."

"I am his Highness' Dog at Kew; Pray tell me Sir, whose Dog are you?"

"Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night: God said, "Let Newton be!" and all was light."

"How vast a memory has Love!"

"Nothing can be more shocking and horrid than one of our kitchens sprinkled with blood, and abounding with the cries of expiring victims, or with the limbs of dead animals scattered or hung up here and there. It gives one the image of a giant's den in a romance, bestrewed with scattered heads and mangled limbs."

"I find myself just in the same situation of mind you describe as your own, heartily wishing the good, that is the quiet of my country, and hoping a total end of all the unhappy divisions of mankind by party-spirit, which at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few."

"The stoic husband was the glorious thing. The man had courage, was a sage, 'tis true, And lov'd his country."

"Well, if our author in the wife offends He has a husband that will make amends; He draws him gentle, tender, and forgiving, And sure such kind good creatures may be living."

"Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell, For sober, studious days!"

"Dear, damned, distracting town, farewell! Thy fools no more I'll tease: This year in peace, ye critics, dwell, Ye harlots, sleep at ease!"

"For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; His can't be wrong whose life is in the right."

"I am growing fit, I hope, for a better world, of which light of the sun is but a shadow: for I doubt not but God's works here, are what comes nearest to his works there; and that a true relish of the beauties of nature is the most easy preparation and gentlest transition to an enjoyment of those of heaven; as on the contrary a true town life of hurry, confusion, noise, slander, and dissension, is a fort of apprenticeship to hell and its furies... The separation of my soul and body is what I could think of with less pain; for I sm very sure he that made it will take care of it, and in whatever state he pleases it shall be, that state must be right; but I cannot think without tears of beingseparated from my friends, when their condition is so douubtful, that they may want even such assistance as mine"

"I think it was a generous thought, and one that fow'd from an exalted mind, that it was not improbable but God might be delighted with the various methods of worshipping him, which divided the whole world."

"Each finding like a friend Something to blame, and something to commend."

"Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide, Or gave his father grief but when he died."

"Methinks God has punish'd the Avaritious as he often punishes sinners, in their own way, in the ver sin itself: the thrist of gain was their crime, that thrist continued became their punishment and ruin. As for the few who have the good fortune to remain with half of what they imagined they had (among whom is your humble servantl, I would have them sensible of their felicity, and convinced of the truth of old Hesiod's maxim, who, after half his estate was swallowed by the Directors of those days, resolv'd, that half to be more than the whole."

"Such were the notes thy once lov'd poet sung, Till death untimely stopp'd his tuneful tongue."

"Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear."

""Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed" was the ninth Beatitude which a man of wit (who, like a man of wit, was a long time in gaol) added to the eighth."

"Let me tell you I am better acquainted with you for a long Absence, as men are with themselves for a long affliction: Absence does but hold off a friend, to make one see him the truer."

"Know, sense, like charity, begins at home."

"So unaffected, so compos'd a mind; So firm, yet soft; so strong, yet so refin'd; Heav'n, as its purest gold, by tortures try'd; The saint sustain'd it, but the woman died."

"Good God! how often are we to die before we go quite off this stage? in every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part."

"Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild; In Wit, a Man; Simplicity, a Child."

"The famous Lord Hallifax (though so much talked of) was rather a pretender to taste, than really possessed of it.—When I had finished the two or three first books of my translation of the Iliad, that lord, "desired to have the pleasure of hearing them read at his house." Addison, Congreve, and Garth, were there at the reading.—In four or five places, Lord Hallifax stopped me very civilly; and with a speech, each time of much the same kind: "I beg your pardon, Mr. Pope, but there is something in that passage that does not quite please me.—Be so good as to mark the place, and consider it a little at your leisure.—I am sure you can give it a little turn."—I returned from Lord Hallifax's with Dr. Garth, in his chariot; and as we were going along, was saying to the doctor, that my lord had laid me under a good deal of difficulty, by such loose and general observations; that I had been thinking over the passages almost ever since, and could not guess at what it was that offended his lordship in either of them.—Garth laughed heartily at my embarrassment; said, I had not been long enough acquainted with Lord Hallifax, to know his way yet: that I need not puzzle myself in looking those places over and over when I got home. "All you need do, (said he) is to leave them just as they are; call on Lord Hallifax two or three months hence, thank him for his kind observations on those passages; and then read them to him as altered. I have known him much longer than you have, and will be answerable for the event."—I followed his advice; waited on Lord Hallifax some time after: said, I hoped he would find his objections to those passages removed[;] read them to him exactly as they were at first; and his lordship was extremely pleased with them, and cried out, "Ay now, Mr. Pope, they are perfectly right! nothing can be better.""

"For he lives twice who can at once employ The present well, and e'en the past enjoy."

"I have nothing to say for rhyme, but that I doubt whether a poem can support itself without it, in our language; unless it be stiffened with such strange words, as are likely to destroy our language itself."