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• All seems infected that th' infected spy, As all looks yellow to the jaundic'd eye.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part ii, Line 358...
• But let a lord once own the happy lines, How the wit brightens!
  how the style refines! -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part ii, Line 220...
• Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part ii, Line 32...
• To err is human, to forgive divine.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part ii, Line 325...
• And make each day a critic on the last.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part iii, Line 12...
• The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part iii, Line 53...
• True wit is Nature to advantage dress'd, What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part ii, Line 97...
• Envy will merit as its shade pursue, But like a shadow proves the substance true.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part ii, Line 266...
• Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flow
  But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse rough verse should like the torrent roar....