Alexander Pope

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

To wake the soul by tender strokes of art,
To raise the genius, and to mend the heart;
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To wake the soul by tender strokes of art,
To raise the genius, and to mend the heart;
To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold,
Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold--
For this the tragic Muse first trod the stage.

Party is the madness of many, for the gains of a few.

Party is the madness of many, for the gains of a few.

Solid pudding against empty praise.

Solid pudding against empty praise.

Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it
Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.

Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it
Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.