Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food,
And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
-- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 83
And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
-- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 83
Related:
- But thinks, admitted to that equal sky,
His faithful dog shall bear him company.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 111... - What can ennoble sots or slaves or cowards?
Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle iv, Line 215... - Die of a rose in aromatic pain.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 200... - T is but a part we see, and not a whole.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 60... - Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law,
Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw
Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite... - The young disease, that must subdue at length,
Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle ii, Line 135... - Why has not man a microscopic eye?
For this plain reason,--man is not a fly.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 193... - The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine!
Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle i, Line 217... - Fix'd like a plant on his peculiar spot,
To draw nutrition, propagate, and rot.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Man, Epistle ii, Line 63...
