Quote

Dear, damned, distracting town, farewell! Thy fools no more I'll tease: This year in peace, ye critics, dwell, Ye harlots, sleep at ease!

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
Critics
Tease
Dear
Farewell
Fool
Damned
Sleep
Dwell
Year
Fools
Peace
Town
Years
Ease
Harlots
Towns
Distracting

More quotes by Alexander Pope

Image
The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.
Alexander Pope
Image
Not half so swift the trembling doves can fly, When the fierce eagle cleaves the liquid sky Not half so swiftly the fierce eagle moves, When thro' the clouds he drives the trembling doves.
Alexander Pope
Image
A perfect judge will read each word of wit with the same spirit that its author writ.
Alexander Pope
Image
The most positive men are the most credulous.
Alexander Pope
Image
In men, we various ruling passions find In women, two almost divide the kind Those, only fixed, they first or last obey, The love of pleasure, and the love of sway.
Alexander Pope
Image
The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read With loads of learned lumber in his head.
Alexander Pope
Image
Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style, Amaze th' unlearn'd and make the learned smile.
Alexander Pope
Image
Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue
Alexander Pope
Image
Like following life through creatures you dissect, You lose it in the moment you detect.
Alexander Pope
Image
The dull flat falsehood serves for policy, and in the cunning, truth's itself a lie.
Alexander Pope
Image
Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel?
Alexander Pope
Image
A king may be a tool, a thing of straw but if he serves to frighten our enemies, and secure our property, it is well enough a scarecrow is a thing of straw, but it protects the corn.
Alexander Pope
Image
Trade it may help, society extend, But lures the Pirate, ant corrupts the friend: It raises armies in a nation's aid, But bribes a senate, and the land's betray'd.
Alexander Pope
Image
Wit and judgment often are at strife.
Alexander Pope
Image
Fondly we think we honor merit then, when we but praise ourselves in other men.
Alexander Pope
Image
Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear 'Tis but the funeral of the former year.
Alexander Pope
Image
Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgement, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is PRIDE, the never-failing vice of fools.
Alexander Pope
Image
Fickle Fortune reigns, and, undiscerning, scatters crowns and chains.
Alexander Pope
Image
Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid.
Alexander Pope
Image
Our grandsire, Adam, ere of Eve possesst, Alone, and e'en in Paradise unblest, With mournful looks the blissful scenes survey'd, And wander'd in the solitary shade. The Maker say, took pity, and bestow'd Woman, the last, the best reserv'd of God.
Alexander Pope