Quote #65
Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
More from Alexander Pope
- Sir Plume, of amber snuff-box justly vain, And the nice conduct of a clouded cane.
- Oh name forever sad! forever dear! Still breathed in sighs, still ushered with a tear.
- The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the fair head, forever, and forever! Then flashed the living lightning from her eyes, And …
- Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom, Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!
- But when mischief mortals bend their will, How soon they find fit instruments of ill!
- Heaven first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid.
- Coffee, which makes the politician wise, And see through all things with his half-shut eyes.
- Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.