John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Alexander Pope. (1688–1744) (continued) |
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No creature smarts so little as a fool. |
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 84. |
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Destroy his fib or sophistry—in vain! The creature ’s at his dirty work again. |
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 91. |
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As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp’d in numbers, for the numbers came. |
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 127. |
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Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! 1 The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there. |
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 169. |
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Means not, but blunders round about a meaning; And he whose fustian ’s so sublimely bad, It is not poetry, but prose run mad. |
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 186. |
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Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne. 2 |
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 197. |
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Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering teach the rest to sneer; 3 Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike. |
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 201. |
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By flatterers besieg’d, And so obliging that he ne’er oblig’d; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, 4 And sit attentive to his own applause. |
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 207. |
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Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? |
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 213. |
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“On wings of winds came flying all abroad.” 5 |
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 218. |
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Cursed be the verse, how well so e’er it flow, That tends to make one worthy man my foe. |
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 283. |
Note 1. See Bacon, Quotation 40. [back] |
Note 2. See Denham, Quotation 4. [back] |
Note 3. When needs he must, yet faintly then he praises; Somewhat the deed, much more the means he raises: So marreth what he makes, and praising most, dispraises. P. Fletcher: The Purple Island, canto vii. [back] |
Note 4. See Quotation 248. [back] |
Note 5. See Sternhold, Quotation 1. [back] |