Alexander Pope Giving Quotations

Give me again my hollow tree A crust of bread, and liberty!

Giving advice is many times only the privilege of saying a foolish thing one's self, under the pretense of hindering another from doing one.

I would not be like those Authors, who forgive themselves some particular lines for the sake of a whole Poem, and vice versa a whole Poem for the sake of some particular lines. I believe no one qualification is so likely to make a good writer, as the power of rejecting his own thoughts.

The greatest advantage I know of being thought a wit by the world is, that it gives one the greater freedom of playing the fool.

We may see the small value God has for riches, by the people he gives them to.

What riches give us let us then inquire: Meat, fire, and clothes. What more? Meat, clothes, and fire. Is this too little?

I as little fear that God will damn a person who has charity as I hope that the priests can save one who has not.

Like Cato, give his little senate laws, and sit attentive to his own applause.

Our rural ancestors, with little blest, Patient of labor when the end was rest, Indulged the day that housed their annual grain, With feasts, and off'rings, and a thankful strain.

True Wit is Nature to advantage dress'd What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd; Something whose truth convinced at sight we find, That gives us back the image of our mind. As shades more sweetly recommend the light, So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit.

Good-nature and good-sense must ever join; To err is human, to forgive, divine.

While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.

When I die, I should be ashamed to leave enough to build me a monument if there were a wanting friend above ground. I would enjoy the pleasure of what I give by giving it alive and seeing another enjoy it.

Man, like the generous vine, supported lives; the strength he gains is from the embrace he gives.

What nothing earthly gives, or can destroy, The soul's calm sunshine, and the heart-felt joy, Is virtue's prize.

The lights and shades, whose well-accorded strife gives all the strength and color of our life.

The light of Heaven restore; Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.

Who finds not Providence all good and wise, Alike in what it gives, and what denies.

The difference is as great between The optics seeing as the objects seen. All manners take a tincture from our own; Or come discolor'd through out passions shown; Or fancy's beam enlarges, multiplies, Contracts, inverts, and gives ten thousand dyes.

You purchase pain with all that joy can give and die of nothing but a rage to live.