Friday, July 2, 2010


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

For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

“Tis with our judgments as our watches – none
Go just alike, yet each believe his own

The ease in writing comes from art, not chance,
As those move easiest who have learned to dance.

And if the means be just, the conduct true
Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due.

Words are like leaves, and where they most abound,
Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.

Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see
Thinks what ne’er was, nor is nor e’er shall be.

All seem infected that the infected spy
As all look yellow to the jaundiced eye.

Be silent always when you doubt your sense.

Hope springs eternal in the human brest;
Man never is but always to be blest.

Worth makes the man; and want of it the fellow;
The rest is all but leather and prunella.

Honor and shame from no condition rise;
Act well your part, there all the honor lies.

-- Alexander Pope

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