John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Alexander Pope. (1688–1744) (continued) |
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Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, Tenets with books, and principles with times. 1 |
Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 172. |
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“Odious! in woollen! ’t would a saint provoke,” Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke. |
Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 246. |
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And you, brave Cobham! to the latest breath Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death. |
Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 262. |
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Whether the charmer sinner it or saint it, If folly grow romantic, I must paint it. |
Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 15. |
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Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute. |
Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 19. |
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Fine by defect, and delicately weak. 2 |
Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 43. |
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With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought. |
Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 97. |
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Atossa, cursed with every granted prayer, Childless with all her children, wants an heir; To heirs unknown descends the unguarded store, Or wanders heaven-directed to the poor. |
Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 147. |
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Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, Content to dwell in decencies forever. |
Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 163. |
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Men, some to business, some to pleasure take; But every woman is at heart a rake. |
Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 215. |
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See how the world its veterans rewards! A youth of frolics, an old age of cards. |
Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 243. |
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Oh, blest with temper whose unclouded ray Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day! |
Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 257. |
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Most women have no characters at all. |
Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 258. |
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She who ne’er answers till a husband cools, Or if she rules him, never shows she rules. |
Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 261. |
Note 1. Omnia mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis (All things change, and we change with them).—Matthias Borbonius: Deliciæ Poetarum Germanorum, i. 685. [back] |
Note 2. See Prior, Quotation 10. [back] |