Alexander Pope

Health consists with temperance alone.

Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods if angels fell, aspiring to be angels men rebel.

Not to go back is somewhat to advance, and men must walk at least before they dance.

Education forms the common mind. Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.

Those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.

Is pride the never-failing vice of fools?

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.

Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.

True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, as those who move easiest have learned to dance.

Trust not yourself, but your defects to know, make use of every friend, and every foe.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is but always to be blest.

Never find fault with the absent.

No woman ever hates a man for being in love with her, but many a woman hate a man for being a friend to her.

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

Histories are more full of examples of the fidelity of dogs than of friends.

Hope travels through nor quits us when we die.

Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.

To err is human, to forgive divine.