And soften’d sounds along the waters die: Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play. — Alexander Pope
If a man’s character is to be abused there’s nobody like a relative to do the business. — Alexander Pope
To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart — Alexander Pope
Thus God and nature linked the gen’ral frame, And bade self-love and social be the same. — Alexander Pope
There goes a saying, and ’twas shrewdly said, ”Old fish at table, but young flesh in bed. — Alexander Pope
Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers that our merits know. — Alexander Pope