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
play water flow
And soften'd sounds along the waters die: Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play.
life play age
Learn to live well, or fairly make your will; You've play'd, and lov'd, and ate, and drank your fill: Walk sober off, before a sprightlier age Comes titt'ring on, and shoves you from the stage.
memories play imagination
Where beams of imagination play, the memory's soft figures melt away...
blood hands play
The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, 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.
art practice play
So modern 'pothecaries, taught the art By doctor's bills to play the doctor's part, Bold in the practice of mistaken rules, Prescribe, apply, and call their masters fools.
women play cards
Women use lovers as they do cards; they play with them a while, and when they have got all they can by them, throw them away, call for new ones, and then perhaps lose by the new all they got by the old ones.
curse law-and-lawyers love
Curse on all laws, but those that love has made.
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
college die endow
Die and endow a college or a cat.
excuse worse
An excuse is worse than a lie, for an excuse is a lie, guarded.
dear gold grow rust
Authors, like coins, grow dear as they grow old:It is the rust we value, not the gold.
dear gold grow rust
Authors, like coins, grow dear as they grow old: It is the rust we value, not the gold.