Alexander Pope - Rise Quotes

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Honor and shame from no condition rise. Act well your part: there all the honor lies.

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Like bubbles on the sea of matter borne,
They rise, they break, and to that sea return.

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Created half to rise, and half to fall;
Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all;
Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled;
The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!

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What dire offence from am'rous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things,...

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What dire offense from amorous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things!

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Eye Nature's walks, shoot Folly as it flies,
And catch the Manners living as they rise.
Laugh where we must, be candid where we can;
But vindicate the ways of God to man.

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Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies,
And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.

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Where'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade,
Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a shade:
Where'er you tread, the blushing flow'rs shall rise,
And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.

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New, distant Scenes of endless Science rise: So pleas'd at first, the towring Alps we try,...

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Honour and shame from no condition rise;
Act well your part, there all the honour lies.

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Great wits sometimes may gloriously offend,
And rise to faults true critics dare not mend.
From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part
And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.

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Pleasures are ever in our hands or eyes;
And when in act they cease, in prospect rise.

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An atheist is but a mad, ridiculous derider of piety, but a hypocrite makes a sober jest of God and religion; he finds it easier to be upon his knees than to rise to a good action.

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Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.

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Oh, sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise. By mountains pil'd on mountains to the skies? Heav'n still with laughter the vain toil surveys, And buries madmen in the heaps they raise.

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