1,083 Quotes by Alexander Pope

Our rural ancestors, with little blest, Patient of labor when the end was rest, Indulged the day that housed their annual grain, With feasts, and off'rings, and a thankful strain.

Death, only death, can break the lasting chain;And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain

Half-learn'd witlings

All fools have still an itching to deride

Some made coxcombs Nature meant but fools

Out with it, Dunciad: let the secret pass -That secret to each fool - that he's an ass.The truth once told (and whereby should we lie?),The queen of Midas slept, and so may I.You think this cruel? Take it for a rule,No creature smarts so little as a fool.

And see, my son! the hour is on its way,That lifts the Goddess to imperial sway;This favourite isle, long severed from her reign,Doveline, she gathers to her wings again

You purchase pain with all that joy can give and die of nothing but a rage to live.

Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine;Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine!Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restored;Light dies before thy uncreating word:Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall;And universal darkness buries all.