All Nature is but Art, unknown to thee;
All chance, direction, which thou canst not see;
All discord, harmony not understood;
All partial evil, universal good;
And, spite of pride, in erring reason?s spite,
One truth is clear, WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHT.
-Alexander Pope (1688-1744)

Words are like leaves, and where they most abound,
Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.
-Alexander Pope (1688-1744)

Scatter your favours on a fop, Ingratitude?s the certain crop.
-Alexander Pope (1688-1744)

If I am right, Thy grace impart
Still in the right to stay:
If I am wrong, oh teach my heart
To find that better way.
-Alexander Pope (1688-1744)

Judges and senates have been bought for gold:
Esteem and love were never to be sold.
-Alexander Pope (1688-1744)

Whate?er the passion, knowledge, fame, or pelf,
Not one will change his neighbour with himself.
-Alexander Pope (1688-1744)

Love, free as air, at sight of human ties,
Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
-Alexander Pope (1688-1744)

Love, the sole disease thou canst not cure.
-Alexander Pope (1688-1744)

Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call,But the joint force and full result of all.
-Alexander Pope (1688-1744)

On you be every bliss; and every day,
In home-felt joys delighted, roll away,
Yourselves, your wives, your long-descending race,
May every God enrich with every grace.
-Alexander Pope (1688-1744)

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell Where I lie.
-Alexander Pope (1688-1744)