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
spring judging deeds
Judge not of actions by their mere effect; Dive to the center, and the cause detect. Great deeds from meanest springs may take their course, And smallest virtues from a mighty source.
errors judging world
Sole judge of Truth, in endless Error hurled: / The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!
self order judging
Get your enemy to read your works in order to mend them, for your friend is so much your second self that he will judge too like you.
law judging may
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, and wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
moving perfect judging
A perfect Judge will read each work of Wit With the same spirit that its author writ: Survey the Whole, nor seek slight faults to find Where nature moves, and rapture warms the mind.
perfect judging literature
A perfect judge will read each word of wit with the same spirit that its author writ.
judging gold and-love
Judges and senates have been bought for gold; Esteem and love were never to be sold.
draw peculiar plan
Fix'd like a plan on his peculiar spot, to draw nutrition, propagate, and rot.
last lay
Be not the first by which a new thing is tried, or the last to lay the old aside.
blessed expects man ninth shall
Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed" was the ninth beatitude
fault hide mercy teach
Teach me to feel another's woe. To hide the fault I see: That the mercy I show to others; that mercy also show to me.
english-poet fault hide mercy others teach
Teach me to feel another's woe,To hide the fault I see,That mercy I to others show,That mercy show to me.
censure ten writers-and-writing writes
Ten censure wrong, for one that writes amiss.
catch flying last lips suck
See my lips tremble, and my eye-balls roll,/ Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul!