In the nice bee, what sense so subtly true From pois’nous herbs extracts the healing dew? — Alexander Pope
Who pants for glory, finds but short repose; A breath revives him, or a breath o’erthrows. — Alexander Pope
The hog that ploughs not, not obeys thy call, Lives on the labours of this lord of all. — Alexander Pope
Pretty conceptions, fine metaphors, glittering expressions, and something of a neat cast — Alexander Pope
Know, Nature’s children all divide her care, The fur that warms a monarch warmed a bear. — Alexander Pope
Ladies, like variegated tulips, show ‘Tis to their changes half their charms we owe. — Alexander Pope
Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favors call; She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all . — Alexander Pope
Whate’er the talents, or howe’er designed, We hang one jingling padlock on the mind. — Alexander Pope