Music resembles poetry, in eachAre nameless graces which no methods teach,And which a master hand alone can reach.
Weitere Zitate von Alexander Pope
Zum Autor"Wise wretch! With pleasures too refined to please,With too much spirit to be e'er at ease,With too much quickness ever to be taught,With too much thinking to have common thought:You purchase pain with all that joy can give,And die of nothing but a rage to live."
"Till tired he sleeps and life's poor play is o'er."
"Know thyself, presume not God to scan;The proper study of mankind is man."
"Sickness is a sort of early old age it teaches us a diffidence in our earthly state."
"What so tedious as a twice-told tale?"
"A little learning is a dangerous thing.Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian Spring;There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,and drinking largely sobers us again."