Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine;
Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine!
Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restored;
Light dies before thy uncreating word:
Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall;
And universal darkness buries all.
Tag: alexander-pope entropy
Let Sporus tremble — "What? that thing of silk,
Sporus, that mere white curd of ass's milk?
Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel?
Who breaks a Butterfly upon a Wheel?"
Yet let me flap this Bug with gilded wings,
This painted Child of Dirt that stinks and stings;
Whose Buzz the Witty and the Fair annoys,
Yet Wit ne'er tastes, and Beauty ne'er enjoys,
Tag: satire
What dire offence from am'rous causes springs,
What mighty contests rise from trivial things,...
Tag: love fighting triviality
يندفع المغفلون حيثما تخشي الملائكة أن تطأ المكان
Alexander PopeTag: إندفاع مغفل مغفلون ملائكة ملاك
If you want to know what God thinks about money just look at the people He gives it to.
Alexander PopeTag: misattributed-to-alexander-pope misattributed-to-dorothy-parker
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Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll;
Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear, with ev'ry bead I drop too soft a tear...
Alexander PopeTag: love
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance,
As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
Averse alike to flatter, or offend;
Not free from faults, nor yet too vain to mend.
Authors are partial to their wit, 'tis true,
But are not critics to their judgment, too?
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