Who Builds A Church To God And Not To Fame, Will Never Mark The Marble With His Name.

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...
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...
Ye little stars! hide your diminish'd rays.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Moral Essays, Epistle iii, Line 282...
To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, Who never mentions hell to ears polite.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Moral Essays, Epistle iv, Line 149...
Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish or a sparrow fall.
Who shall decide when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?...
Blest paper-credit! last and best supply! That lends corruption lighter wings to fly.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Moral Essays, Epistle iii, Line 39...
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...