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- 'Tis education forms the common mind,
- Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.
ALEXANDER POPE, Moral Essays
Fame can never make us lie down contentedly on a deathbed.
ALEXANDER POPE, letter to William Trumbell, Mar. 12, 1713
- In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies;
- All quit their spere, and rush into the skies!
- Pride still is aiming at the blessed abodes,
- Men would be Angels, Angels would be Gods.
ALEXANDER POPE, An Essay on Man
At ev’ry word a reputation dies.
ALEXANDER POPE, The Rape of the Lock
- Honor and shame from no condition rise;
- Act well your part, there all the honor lies.
ALEXANDER POPE, An Essay on Man
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
ALEXANDER POPE, An Essay on Criticism
- Ambition first sprung from your blest abodes;
- The glorious fault of Angels and of Gods.
ALEXANDER POPE, Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady
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