Alexander Pope Quotes - Page 25
Never elated while one man's oppress'd; Never dejected while another's blessed.
Satire or sense, alas! Can Sporus feel? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?
A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state.
While I live, no rich or noble knave shall walk the world in credit to his grave.
In lazy apathy let stoics boast, their virtue fixed, 'tis fixed as in a frost.
Live like yourself, was soon my lady's word, And lo! two puddings smok'd upon the board.
But just disease to luxury succeeds, And ev'ry death its own avenger breeds.
Of darkness visible so much be lent, as half to show, half veil, the deep intent.
From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
See Christians, Jews, one heavy sabbath keep, And all the western world believe and sleep.
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O grave! where is thy victory? O death! where is thy sting?
Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust, Yet cry, if man's unhappy, God's unjust.