No louder shrieks to pitying heaven are cast, When husbands or lap-dogs breathe their last.
Alexander PopeTrust not yourself, but your defects to know, make use of every friend and every foe.
Alexander PopeNor public flame, nor private, dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word: Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall; And universal darkness buries all.
Alexander Pope