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• But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 111...
• Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 83...
• All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 267...
• Die of a rose in aromatic pain.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 200...
• T is but a part we see, and not a whole.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 60...
• 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...
• Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow; The rest is all but leather or prunello.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle iv, Line 203...
• Virtuous and vicious every man must be,-- Few in the extreme, but all in the degree.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle ii, Line 231...
• 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...