That not in fancy's maze he wander'd long,
But stoop'd to truth, and moraliz'd his song.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
-- Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot, Prologue to the Satires, Line 340
But stoop'd to truth, and moraliz'd his song.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
-- Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot, Prologue to the Satires, Line 340
Related:
- Destroy his fib or sophistry--in vain!
The creature 's at his dirty work again.
Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot... - Who but must laugh, if such a man there be?
Who would not weep,
if Atticus were he? -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)... - E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
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Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot, Prologue to the Satires,... - No creature smarts so little as a fool.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
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Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot, Prologue to the Satires,... - Obliged by hunger and request of friends.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
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Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot, Prologue to the Satires,... - On wings of winds came flying all abroad."
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
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Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot, Prologue to the Satires,... - Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.
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Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot... - Friend to my life, which did not you prolong,
The world had wanted many an idle song.
Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot... - Fired that the house rejects him, "'Sdeath! I 'll print it,
And shame the fools." -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)...
