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• The rest were vulgar deaths, unknown to fame.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xi, Line 394...
• 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...
• To be angry, is to revenge the fault of others upon ourselves. -- Alexander Pope
• The leader, mingling with the vulgar host, Is in the common mass of matter lost.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book iv, Line 397...
• The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.
• From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part i, Line 152...
• Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part ii, Line 109...
• Fine by defect, and delicately weak.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Moral Essays, Epistle ii, Line 43...
• At every trifle scorn to take offense, That always shows great pride or little sense.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)...