Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.
Alexander PopeTeach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.
Alexander PopeThat, chang'd thro' all and yet in all the same, Great in the Earth as in th' รtherial frame, Warms in the Sun, refreshes in the Breeze, Glows in the Stars, and blossoms in the Trees... Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part... Submit - in this, or any other Sphere, Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear. All Nature is but Art, unknown to thee; All Chance, Direction which thou canst not see; All Discord, Harmony not understood... All partial Evil, universal Good.
Alexander PopeWho builds a church to God and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name.
Alexander Pope