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Seas Roll To Waft Me, Suns To Light Me Rise; My Footstool Earth, My Canopy The Skies.
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Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise;
My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
-- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 139
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Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle iv, Line 390...
Say, shall my little bark attendant sail, Pursue the triumph and partake the gale?
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle iv, Line 385...
T is but a part we see, and not a whole.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 60...
Die of a rose in aromatic pain.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 200...
While man exclaims, "See all things for my use!" "See man for mine!
eplies a pamper'd goose. -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle iii, Line 45...
Why has not man a microscopic eye? For this plain reason,--man is not a fly.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 193...
The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 217...
In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies.
Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes: Men would be angels, angels would be gods....
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...