Alexander Pope Quotes - Page 14
Be thou the first true merit to befriend, his praise is lost who stays till all commend.
There is nothing that is meritorious but virtue and friendship.
At every trifle take offense, that always shows great pride or little sense.
Who finds not Providence all good and wise, Alike in what it gives, and what denies.
Poets heap virtues, painters gems, at will, And show their zeal, and hide their want of skill.
Grave authors say, and witty poets sing, That honest wedlock is a glorious thing.
Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.
"With ev'ry pleasing, ev'ry prudent part, Say, what can Chloe want?"-She wants a heart.
Envy, to which th' ignoble mind's a slave, Is emulation in the learn'd or brave.
Know, Nature's children all divide her care, The fur that warms a monarch warmed a bear.