I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another's misfortunes perfectly like a Christian.
Alexander PopeWhoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.
Alexander PopePlays round the head, but comes not to the heart. One self-approving hour whole years outweighs Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas; And more true joy Marcellus exil'd feels Than Cรฆsar with a senate at his heels. In parts superior what advantage lies? Tell (for you can) what is it to be wise? 'T is but to know how little can be known; To see all others' faults, and feel our own.
Alexander Pope