What then remains, but well our power to use, And keep good humor still what’er we lose? And trust me, dear, good humor can prevail, When airs, and flights, and screams, and scolding fail. Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll;Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul

— Alexander Pope

When two people compliment each other with the choice of anything each of them generally gets that which he likes least.

— Alexander Pope

Where beams of imagination play, The memory's soft figures melt away.

— Alexander Pope

While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.

— Alexander Pope

Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see. Thinks what ne'er was nor is nor e'er shall be.

— Alexander Pope

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.

— Alexander Pope

Wit is the lowest form of humor.

— Alexander Pope

Woman's at best a contradiction still.

— Alexander Pope

Words are like Leaves; and where they most abound, Much Fruit of Sense beneath is rarely found.

— Alexander Pope

Worth makes the man and want of it the fellow The rest is all but leather and Pueblo.

— Alexander Pope