Offend her, and she knows not to forgive; Oblige her, and she'll hate you while you live. Alexander Pope More Quotes by Alexander Pope More Quotes From Alexander Pope E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me. Alexander Pope sabbath sunday shining Ladies, like variegated tulips, show Alexander Pope charm women half Satire or sense, alas! Can Sporus feel? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel? Alexander Pope satire butterfly wheels Then marble, soften'd into life, grew warm. Alexander Pope sculpture marble grew Then sculpture and her sister arts revived; stones leaped to form, and rocks began to live. Alexander Pope sculpture rocks art Our grandsire, Adam, ere of Eve possesst, Alexander Pope women shade lasts Fool, 'tis in vain from wit to wit to roam: Know, sense, like charity, begins at home. Alexander Pope fool charity home Tis use alone that sanctifies expense And splendor borrow all her rays from sense. Alexander Pope splendor rays use See the wild Waste of all-devouring years! How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears, With nodding arches, broken temples spread! The very Tombs now vanish'd like their dead! Alexander Pope rome broken years In various talk th' instructive hours they past, Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last; One speaks the glory of the British queen, And one describes a charming Indian screen; A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes; At every word a reputation dies. Alexander Pope queens eye past The zeal of fools offends at any time. Alexander Pope zeal fool And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show. Alexander Pope woe midnight bears Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise. Alexander Pope alps hills arise Order is Heaven's first law; and this confess, Some are and must be greater than the rest. Alexander Pope law heaven order Search then the ruling passion; there alone, The wild are constant, and the cunning known; The fool consistent, and the false sincere; Priests, princes, women, no dissemblers here. Alexander Pope sincere fool passion Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid. Alexander Pope maids letters firsts To what base ends, and by what abject ways, Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise! Alexander Pope sacred lust way In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the bless'd abodes, Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Alexander Pope angel pride lying Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust, Yet cry, if man's unhappy, God's unjust. Alexander Pope unhappy sports men Who finds not Providence all good and wise, Alike in what it gives, and what denies. Alexander Pope deny wise giving
