Quote

Know then this truth, enough for man to know virtue alone is happiness below.

Alexander Pope

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
Literary Historian
Poet
Translator
the City
Pope the Poet
Alexander I Pope
Alexander
I Pope
Laughter
Joy
Virtue
Alone
Happiness
Truth
Enough
Men

More quotes by Alexander Pope

Image
Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.
Alexander Pope
Image
Though triumphs were to generals only due, crowns were reserved to grace the soldiers too.
Alexander Pope
Image
Such as are still observing upon others are like those who are always abroad at other men's houses, reforming everything there while their own runs to ruin.
Alexander Pope
Image
Some place the bliss in action, some in ease, Those call it pleasure, and contentment these.
Alexander Pope
Image
Learn from the birds what food the thickets yield Learn from the beasts the physic of the field The arts of building from the bee receive Learn of the mole to plow, the worm to weave.
Alexander Pope
Image
Drink is the feast of reason and the flow of soul.
Alexander Pope
Image
While man exclaims, See all things for my use! See man for mine! replies a pamper'd goose.
Alexander Pope
Image
Ye gods, annihilate but space and time, And make two lovers happy.
Alexander Pope
Image
That character in conversation which commonly passes for agreeable is made up of civility and falsehood.
Alexander Pope
Image
Whether with Reason, or with Instinct blest, Know, all enjoy that pow'r which suits them best.
Alexander Pope
Image
No craving void left aching in the soul.
Alexander Pope
Image
I am his Highness' dog at Kew Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
Alexander Pope
Image
Some have at first for wits, then poets passed, Turned critics next, and proved plain fools at last.
Alexander Pope
Image
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
Alexander Pope
Image
They dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake.
Alexander Pope
Image
The race by vigour, not by vaunts, is won.
Alexander Pope
Image
Death, only death, can break the lasting chain And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain
Alexander Pope
Image
Oh! if to dance all night, and dress all day, Charm'd the small-pox, or chas'd old age away . . . . To patch, nay ogle, might become a saint, Nor could it sure be such a sin to paint.
Alexander Pope
Image
This long disease, my life.
Alexander Pope
Image
Chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage, But wise through time, and narrative with age, In summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice - A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice.
Alexander Pope