A Quote by Alexander Pope

But just disease to luxury succeeds, And ev'ry death its own avenger breeds.

Alexander Pope

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Breeds Death Disease Just Luxury Own Succeeds

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

A prison! heav'ns, I loath the hated name, Famine's metropolis, the sink of shame, A nauseous sepulchre, whose craving womb Hourly inters poor mortals in its tomb; By ev'ry plague and ev'ry ill possess'd, Ev'n purgatory itself to thee 's a jest.

Tom Brown, Jr.

"With ev'ry pleasing, ev'ry prudent part, Say, what can Chloe want?"-She wants a heart.

Alexander Pope

Let Joy or Ease, let Affluence or Content, And the gay Conscience of a life well spent, Calm ev'ry thought, inspirit ev'ry grace, Glow in thy heart, and smile upon thy face.

Alexander Pope

How fair doth Nature Appear again! How bright the sunbeams! How smiles the plain! The flow'rs are bursting From ev'ry bough, And thousand voices Each bush yields now. And joy and gladness Fill ev'ry breast! Oh earth!-oh sunlight! Oh rapture blest! Oh love! oh loved one!

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Old Age, a second child, by nature curst With more and greater evils than the first, Weak, sickly, full of pains: in ev'ry breath Railing at life, and yet afraid of death.

Charles Churchill

At ev'ry word a reputation dies.

Alexander Pope

And reputation bleeds in ev'ry word.

Charles Churchill

A patriot is a fool in ev'ry age.

Alexander Pope

Who wants to be a millionaire? And go to ev'ry swell affair?

Cole Porter

Ev'ry heart beats true 'neath the Red, White and Blue

George M. Cohan

Don't ye know that ev'ry Soul on Earth feels itself to be an Orphan?

Erica Jong

Some to conceit alone their taste confine, And glittering thoughts struck out at ev'ry line; Pleas'd with a work where nothing's just or fit; One glaring chaos and wild heap of wit.

Alexander Pope

O who would trust this world, or prize what's in it, That gives and takes, and chops and changes, ev'ry minute?