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• The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole Can never be a mouse of any soul.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Wife of Bath, Her Prologue, Line 298...
• Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust. -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Epistle to Dr.
  Arbuthnot, Prologue to the Satires, Line 333...
• Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies, And catch the manners living as they rise
  Laugh where we must, be candid where we can, But vindicate the ways of God to man....
• Honour and shame from no condition rise; Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle iv, Line 193...
• Where London's column, pointing at the skies, Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Moral Essays, Epistle iii, Line 339...
• On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Rape of the Lock, Canto ii, Line 7...
• Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot, Prologue to the Satires, Line 307...
• Obliged by hunger and request of friends. -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Epistle to Dr.
  Arbuthnot, Prologue to the Satires, Line 44...
• On wings of winds came flying all abroad." -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Epistle to Dr.
  Arbuthnot, Prologue to the Satires, Line 218...