Date: w. c. 1709, 1711

"If once right Reason drives that Cloud away, / Truth breaks upon us with resistless Day."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: w. c. 1709, 1711

"'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none / Go just alike, yet each believes his own."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: w. c. 1709, 1711

"There are whom heav'n has blest with store of wit, / Yet want as much again to manage it; / For wit and judgment ever are at strife, / Tho' meant each other's aid, like man and wife."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: w. c. 1709, 1711

"Tis more to guide, than spur the Muse's steed; / Restrain his fury, than provoke his speed; / The winged courser, like a gen'rous horse, / Shows most true mettle when you check his course."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: w. c. 1709, 1711

"As on the land while here the Ocean gains, / In other parts it leaves wide sandy plains; / Thus in the soul while memory prevails, / The solid pow'r of understanding fails; / Where beams of warm imagination play, / The memory's soft figures melt away."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1712

"Love taught my Tears in sadder Notes to flow, / And tun'd my Heart to Elegies of Woe."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1712

"The fair Sicilians now thy Soul inflame; / Why was I born, ye Gods, a Lesbian Dame?"

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: w. 1703, 1712

"The clear, reflecting Mind, presents his Sin / In frightful Views, and makes it Day within."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: w. 1703, 1712

"And all the Furies wake within their Breast."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: w. 1703, 1712

"Returning Thoughts in endless Circles roll, / And thousand Furies haunt his guilty Soul."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)