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.
"In pride in reas'ning pride our error lies All quit their sphere and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the bless'd abodes Men would be angels angels would be gods."
"Most critics, fond of subservient artstill make the whole depend upon a part.They talk of principles, but notions prizeAnd all to one loved folly sacrifice."
"Some who grow dull religious straight commenceAnd gain in morals what they lose in sense."
"A perfect judge will read each word of wit with the same spirit that its author writ."
"The pride of aiming at more knowledge, and pretending to more perfection, is the cause of Man's error and misery."
"The greatest magnifying glasses in the world are a man's own eyes when they look upon his own person."
"Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescrib'd, their present state; From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer Being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy Reason, would he skip and play? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood. Oh blindness to the future! kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by Heav'n; Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall."
"Offend her and she knows not to forgive Oblige her and she'll hate you while you live."
"We think our fathers fools so wise we grow Our wiser sons no doubt will think us so."
"Nature to all things fixed the limits fitAnd wisely curbed proud man's pretending wit.As on the land while here the ocean gains.In other parts it leaves wide sandy plainsThus in the soul while memory prevails,The solid power of understanding failsWhere beams of warm imagination play,The memory's soft figures melt awayOne science only will one genius fit,So vast is art, so narrow human witNot only bounded to peculiar arts,But oft in those confined to single partsLike kings, we lose the conquests gained before,By vain ambition still to make them moreEach might his several province well command,Would all but stoop to what they understand."
"An excuse is worse and more terrible than a lie for an excuse is a lie guarded."
"Know thy own point: this kind, this due degreeOf blindness, weakness, Heav'n bestows on thee."
"Trust not yourself, but your defects to know, make use of every friend and every foe."