Alexander Pope Quotes

A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead.

Far as creation’s ample range extends, The scale of sensual, mental powers ascends. Mark how it mounts to man’s imperial race From the green myriads in the peopled grass: What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme, The mole’s dim curtain and the lynx’s beam: Of smell, the headlong lioness between And hound sagacious on […]

True, conscious Honor is to feel no sin, He’s armed without that’s innocent within; Be this thy Screen, and this thy Wall of Brass.

All seems infected that the infected spy, As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.

Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul proud Science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or milky way; Yet simple nature to his hope has given, Behind the cloud-topt hill, an humbler Heaven, Some safer world in depth of woods […]

Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne’er was, nor is, nor e’er shall be.

At the close of each sad, sorrowing day, Fancy restores what vengeance snatch’d away.

The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, with loads of learned lumber in his head.

Extremes in Nature equal good produce; Extremes in man concur to general use.

Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled; The glory, jest and riddle of the world!