Date: 1733-4

"Nature its mother, Habit is its nurse; / Wit, Spirit, Faculties, but make it worse; / Reason itself but gives it edge and pow'r; / As Heaven's blest beam turns vinegar more sowr; / We wretched subjects tho' to lawful sway, / In this weak queen, some fav'rite still obey."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1733-4

"She but removes weak passions for the strong: / So, when small humors gather to a gout, / The doctor fancies he has driv'n them out."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1733-4

"Yes, Nature's road must ever be prefer'd; / Reason is here no guide, but still a guard."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1733-4

"A mightier Pow'r the strong direction sends, / And sev'ral Men impels to sev'ral ends. / Like varying winds, by other passions tost, / This drives them constant to a certain coast."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1733-4

"As fruits ungrateful to the planter's care / On savage stocks inserted learn to bear; / The surest Virtues thus from Passions shoot, / Wild Nature's vigor working at the root."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1733-4

"Envy, to which th' ignoble mind's a slave, / Is emulation in the learn'd or brave:"

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1733-4

"For Wit's false mirror held up Nature's light"

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1733-4

Reason gives the ruling passion more power "As Heaven's blest beam turns vinegar more sowr"

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1733-4

"What if the head, the eye or ear repin'd / To serve mere engines to the ruling Mind?"

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1733-4

"What thin partitions Sense from Thought divide: / And Middle natures, how they long to join, / Yet never pass th'insuperable line!"

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)