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)