Quote #21
Dear, damned, distracting town, farewell! Thy fools no more I'll tease: This year in peace, ye critics, dwell, Ye harlots, sleep at ease!
More from Alexander Pope
- I find myself just in the same situation of mind you describe as your own, heartily wishing the good, that is the quiet of my country, and …
- Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell, For sober, studious days!
- How vast a memory has Love!
- Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide, Or gave his father grief but when he died.
- Unblemish'd let me live, or die unknown; O grant an honest fame, or grant me none!
- Such were the notes thy once lov'd poet sung, Till death untimely stopp'd his tuneful tongue.
- Nor Fame I slight, nor her favors call; She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all.
- Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear.