Good Sense, Which Only Is The Gift Of Heaven, And Though No Science, Fairly Worth The Seven.

Fine by defect, and delicately weak.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Moral Essays, Epistle ii, Line 43...
And mistress of herself though china fall.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Moral Essays, Epistle ii, Line 268...
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...
Extremes in Nature equal good produce; Extremes in man concur to general use.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Moral Essays, Epistle iii, Line 161...
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...
Most women have no characters at all.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Moral Essays, Epistle ii, Line 258...
Rise, honest muse! and sing The Man of Ross.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Moral Essays, Epistle iii, Line 250...
Woman 's at best a contradiction still.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Moral Essays, Epistle ii, Line 270...