“Bent double, like old beggars under sacks…”
“Come to me in the silence of the night; come in the speaking silence of a dream;
“The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, the lowing herd winds slowly o’er the lea”
The intro of Alexander Pope’s Essay on Man, addressed to Lord Henry St. John Bolingbroke
“Far as creation’s ample range extends, the scale of sensual, mental powers ascends…”
Say, first, of God above, or man below, what can we reason but from what we know?
“Cease then, nor Order imperfection name: our proper bliss depends on what we blame…”
“Presumptuous man! the reason wouldst thou find, why form’d so weak, so little, and so blind?”