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• A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That like a wounded snake drags its slow length along.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part ii, Line 156...
• To err is human, to forgive divine.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part ii, Line 325...
• Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part ii, Line 32...
• True wit is Nature to advantage dress'd, What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part ii, Line 97...
• Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part ii, Line 109...
• All seems infected that th' infected spy, As all looks yellow to the jaundic'd eye.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part ii, Line 358...
• Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style, Amaze th' unlearn'd and make the learned smile.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part ii, Line 126...
• True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
  'T is not enough no harshness gives offence,-- The sound must seem an echo to the sense....
• For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part iii, Line 66...