Alexander Pope

How vast a memory has Love!

Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night: God said, "Let Newton be!" and all was light.

I am his Highness' Dog at Kew; Pray tell me Sir, whose Dog are you?

Histories are more full of Examples of the Fidelity of dogs than of Friends.

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

The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole Can never be a mouse of any soul.

They dream in Courtship, but in Wedlock wake.

A little Learning is a dang'rous Thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian Spring: There shallow Draughts intoxicate the Brain, And drinking largely sobers us again.

'Tis fixed, the irrevocable doom of Jove; No force can bend me, no persuasion move.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown; Thus unlamented let me die; Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.

Happy the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground.