35 ordspråk av Alexander Pope
Alexander Pope
Of manners gentle, of affections mild; In wit a man, simplicity a child
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Of manners gentle, of affections mild; In wit a man, simplicity a child
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Order is Heaven's first law
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Say first, of God above or man below, What can we reason but from what we know?
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So vast is art, so narrow human wit.
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Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
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The difference is too nice - Where ends the virtue or begins the vice
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The greatest magnifying glasses in the world are a man's own eyes when they look upon his own person
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The learned is happy, nature to explore; The fool is happy, that he knows no more
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The same ambition can destroy or save, and make a patriot as it makes a knave.
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The way of the Creative works through change and transformation, so that each thing receives its true nature and destiny and comes into permanent accord with the Great Harmony: this is what furthers and what perseveres.
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There is a certain majesty in simplicity which is far above all the quaintness of wit.
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To be angry is to revenge the faults of others upon ourselves
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True politeness consists in being easy one's self, and in making every one about one as easy as one can
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Trust not yourself, but your defects to know. Make use of every friend and every foe.
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