Alexander Pope, an English poet of the 18th century, is regarded as one of the greatest satirists in the history of English literature. His works, including The Rape of the Lock and The Dunciad, showcased his brilliant use of wit and language. Despite his struggles with health, Pope's determination to produce masterful poetry became an inspiration to writers everywhere. His resilience and intellectual depth encourage others to embrace their unique voices and to face challenges head-on, reminding us that adversity can fuel creativity and greatness.
"An obstinate man does not hold opinions but they hold him."
"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot."
"We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow. Our wiser sons, no doubt will think us so."
"While pensive poets painful vigils keep,Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep."
"The difference is too nice - Where ends the virtue or begins the vice."
"No woman ever hates a man for being in love with her, but many a woman hate a man for being a friend to her."
"In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside."
"Where beams of imagination play,The memory's soft figures melt away."
"Remembrance and reflection how allied. What thin partitions divides sense from thought."
"Poetic justice, with her lifted scale,Where, in nice balance, truth with gold she weighs,And solid pudding against empty praise. Here she beholds the chaos dark and deep,Where nameless somethings in their causes sleep,Till genial Jacob, or a warm third day,Call forth each mass, a poem, or a play:How hints, like spawn, scarce quick in embryo lie,How new-born nonsense first is taught to cry."
"How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense, and love the offender, yet detest the offence?"
"Next o'er his books his eyes began to roll,In pleasing memory of all he stole."
"Amusement is the happiness of those who cannot think."
"Presumptuous Man! the reason wouldst thou find,Why form'd so weak, so little, and so blind?First, if thou canst, the harder reason guess,Why form'd no weaker, blinder, and no less!Ask of thy mother earth, why oaks are madeTaller or stronger than the weeds they shade?Or ask of yonder argent fields above,Why Jove's Satellites are less than Jove?"
"'Tis education forms the common mind; just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined."
"Genius creates, and taste preserves. Taste is the good sense of genius; without taste, genius is only sublime folly."
"But Satan now is wiser than of yore, and tempts by making rich, not making poor."