A Quote by Alexander Pope

Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear; 'Tis but the funeral of the former year.

Alexander Pope

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Alas Birthday Clear Former Funeral Tis Too Year

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Alexander Pope
English - Poet
May 21, 1688 - May 30, 1744

Tis light translateth night; 'tis inspiration Expounds experience; 'tis the west explains The east; 'tis time unfolds Eternity.

Philip James Bailey

Tis well to borrow from the good and the great; 'Tis wise to learn: 'tis God-like to create!

John Godfrey Saxe

What is a miracle?--'Tis a reproach, 'Tis an implicit satire on mankind; And while it satisfies, it censures too.

Edward Young

When you have gained a victory, do not push it too far; 'tis sufficient to let the company and your adversary see 'tis in your power but that you are too generous to make use of it.

Eustace Budgell

When any opinion leads us into absurdities, 'tis certainly false; but 'tis not certain an opinion is false, because 'tis of dangerous consequence.

David Hume

Tis the gift to be gentle, ’tis the gift to be fair, ’Tis the gift to wake and breathe the morning air, To walk every day in the path that we choose, Is the gift that we pray we will never never lose.

Patricia Briggs

And O there are days in this life, worth life and worth death. And O what a bright old song it is, that O 'tis love, 'tis love, 'tis love that makes the world go round!

Charles Dickens

Tis a principle of war that when you can use the lightning, 'tis better than cannon.

Napoleon Bonaparte

Tis not the dying for a faith that's so hard... 'Tis the living up to it that's difficult.

William Makepeace Thackeray

'Tis not the eating, nor 'tis not the drinking that is to be blamed, but the excess.

John Selden

Tis the motive exalts the action; 'Tis the doing, and not the deed.

Margaret Preston

Oh, 'tis not my qualities they object to! 'Tis my lack of vice.

Georgette Heyer

Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite makes eating a delight.

John Suckling

Terence, this is stupid stuff: You eat your victuals fast enough; There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear, To see the rate you drink your beer. But oh, good Lord, the verse you make, It gives a chap the belly-ache. The cow, the old cow, she is dead; It sleeps well the horned head: We poor lads, 'tis our turn now To hear such tunes as killed the cow. Pretty friendship 'tis to rhyme Your friends to death before their time. Moping, melancholy mad: Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad.