Alexander Pope

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

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

Nature made every fop to plague his brother,
Just as one beauty mortifies another.

Nature made every fop to plague his brother,
Just as one beauty mortifies another.

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.

We conquered France, but felt our captive's charms,
Her arts victorious triumph'd o'er our arms.

We conquered France, but felt our captive's charms,
Her arts victorious triumph'd o'er our arms.

Fools admire, but men of sense approve.

Fools admire, but men of sense approve.