Alexander Pope
Alexander Pope
Alexander Popewas an 18th-century English poet. He is best known for his satirical verse, as well as for his translation of Homer. Famous for his use of the heroic couplet, he is the second-most frequently quoted writer in The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations, after Shakespeare...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth21 May 1688
garden bugs spiders
The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.
butterfly atheism wheels
Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel?
mankind
Mankind is unamendable.
beauty men littles
There should be, methinks, as little merit in loving a woman for her beauty as in loving a man for his prosperity; both being equally subject to change.
ambition people emptiness
I begin where most people end, with a full conviction of the emptiness of all sorts of ambition, and the unsatisfactory nature of all human pleasures.
rogues rags ruffles
Rogues in rags are kept in countenance by rogues in ruffles.
song long sacred
But touch me, and no minister so sore. Whoe'er offends, at some unlucky time Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme, Sacred to ridicule his whole life long, And the sad burthen of some merry song.
men religion quaker
So upright Quakers please both man and God.
people religion together
There is nothing wanting to make all rational and disinterested people in the world of one religion, but that they should talk together every day.
flower rain sky
All nature mourns, the skies relent in showers; hushed are the birds, and closed the drooping flowers.
wise brave profanity
To swear is neither brave, polite, nor wise.
pride proud woe
Thus unlamented pass the proud away, The gaze of fools and pageant of a day; So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow For others' good, or melt at others' woe.
pride void steps
Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, and fills up all the mighty void of sense.
flower pride shining
Ask for what end the heavenly bodies shine, Earth for whose use? Pride answers, 'Tis for mine For me kind nature wakes her genial power, Suckles each herb, and spreads out every flower.