You beat your Pate, and fancy Wit will come: Knock as you please, there’s no body at home. — Alexander Pope
O Love! for Sylvia let me gain the prize, And make my tongue victorious as her eyes. — Alexander Pope
What nature wants, commodious gold bestows; ‘Tis thus we cut the bread another sows. — Alexander Pope
Still when the lust of tyrant power succeeds, some Athens perishes, or some Tully bleeds. — Alexander Pope
He knows to live who keeps the middle state, and neither leans on this side nor on that. — Alexander Pope
Who builds a church to God and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name. — Alexander Pope
Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it, If folly grow romantic, I must paint it. — Alexander Pope
Alas! the small discredit of a bribe Scarce hurts the lawyer, but undoes the scribe. — Alexander Pope