Alexander Pope

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

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

The longer I live the more I see that I am never wrong about
anything, and that all the read more

The longer I live the more I see that I am never wrong about
anything, and that all the pains that I have so humbly taken to
verify my notions have only wasted my time.

One science only will one genius fit,
So vast is art, so narrow human wit.

One science only will one genius fit,
So vast is art, so narrow human wit.

Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet
To run amuck and tilt at all I meet.

Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet
To run amuck and tilt at all I meet.

But honest instinct comes a volunteer;
Sure never to o'er-shoot, but just to hit,
While still too read more

But honest instinct comes a volunteer;
Sure never to o'er-shoot, but just to hit,
While still too wide or short in human wit.