Some by Old Words to Fame have made Pretence; Ancients in Phrase, meer Moderns in their Sense! (Alexander Pope, "")
One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead -And, Betty, give this cheek a little red. (Alexander Pope)
An atheist is but a mad, ridiculous derider of piety, but a hypocrite makes a sober jest of God and religion he finds it easier to be upon his knees than to rise to a good action. (Alexander Pope)
In search of Wit these lose their common Sense, And then turn Criticks in their own Defence. (Alexander Pope, "")
In Men, we various Ruling Passions find; In Women, two almost divide the kind; Those, only fix'd, they first or last obey, The Love of Pleasure, and the Love of Sway. (Alexander Pope, "")
Get place and wealth, if possible with grace; if not, by any means get wealth and place. (Alexander Pope)
Shut, shut the door, good John fatigued I said. Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star rages. (Alexander Pope)
In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside. (Alexander Pope)
For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight, His can't be wrong whose life is in the right. (Alexander Pope)