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• And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, Line 57...
• What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, Line 1...
• Is there no bright reversion in the sky For those who greatly think, or bravely die?
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, Line 9...
• So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow For others' good, or melt at others' woe.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, Line 45...
• By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honoured, and by strangers mourn'd!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, Line 51...
• How lov'd, how honour'd once avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom bego
  A heap of dust alone remains of thee: 'T is all thou art, and all the proud shall be!...
• In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies.
  Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes: Men would be angels, angels would be gods....
• For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part iii, Line 66...
• A wealthy priest, but rich without a fault.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book v, Line 16...