Alexander Pope Quotes - Page 28
If faith itself has different dresses worn, What wonder modes in wit should take their turn?
In vain sedate reflections we would make When half our knowledge we must snatch, not take.
What dire offence from am'rous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things.
While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.
Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare; And beauty draws us with a single hair.
Pleas'd look forward, pleas'd to look behind,And count each birthday with a grateful mind.
That virtue only makes our bliss below, And all our knowledge is ourselves to know.
Sole judge of Truth, in endless Error hurled: / The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!
The Muse but serv'd to ease some friend, not wife, / To help me through this long disease, my life.
The heart resolves this matter in a trice, "Men only feel the smart, but not the vice.
Virtue, I grant you, is an empty boast; But shall the dignity of vice be lost?
Oh! blest with temper, whose unclouded ray Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day.