To observations which ourselves we make, we grow more partial for th’ observer’s sake. — Alexander Pope
While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves, to give their readers — Alexander Pope
Ambition first sprung from your blest abodes: the glorious fault of angels and of Gods. — Alexander Pope
Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies, And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise. — Alexander Pope
Who ne’er knew joy but friendship might divide,Or gave his father grief but when he died. — Alexander Pope
Fool, ’tis in vain from wit to wit to roam: Know, sense, like charity, begins at home. — Alexander Pope
Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole. — Alexander Pope