“Poetic justice, with her lifted scale,Where, in nice balance, truth with gold she weighs,And solid pudding against empty praise. Here she beholds the chaos dark and deep,Where nameless somethings in their causes sleep,Till genial Jacob, or a warm third day,Call forth each mass, a poem, or a play:How hints, like spawn, scarce quick in embryo lie,How new-born nonsense first is taught to cry.”
Alexander Pope“For forms of Government let fools contest. Whate'er is best administered is best.”
Alexander Pope“We may see the small Value God has for Riches, by the People he gives the”
Alexander Pope, The Prose Works of Alexander Pope“Music resembles poetry, in eachAre nameless graces which no methods teach,And which a master hand alone can reach.”
Alexander Pope, An Essay on Criticism“Some people will never learn anything, for this reason, because they understand everything too soon.”
Alexander Pope“Education forms the common mind. Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.”
Alexander Pope“A work of art that contains theories is like an object on which the price tag has been left.”
Alexander Pope