Where London's Column, Pointing At The Skies, Like A Tall Bully, Lifts The Head And Lies.

But thousands die without or this or that,-- Die, and endow a college or a cat.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Moral Essays, Epistle iii, Line 95...
In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half hung.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Moral Essays, Epistle iii, Line 299...
Rise, honest muse! and sing The Man of Ross.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Moral Essays, Epistle iii, Line 250...
Ye little stars! hide your diminish'd rays.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Moral Essays, Epistle iii, Line 282...
Extremes in Nature equal good produce; Extremes in man concur to general use.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Moral Essays, Epistle iii, Line 161...
The ruling passion, be it what it will, The ruling passion conquers reason still.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Moral Essays, Epistle iii, Line 153...
Who builds a church to God and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Moral Essays, Epistle iii, Line 285...
Blest paper-credit! last and best supply! That lends corruption lighter wings to fly.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Moral Essays, Epistle iii, Line 39...
Who combats bravely is not therefore brave, He dreads a death-bed like the meanest slave
Who reasons wisely is not therefore wise,-- His pride in reasoning, not in acting lies....