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  1. Time's corrosive dewdrop eats
    The giant warrior to a crust
    Of earth in earth and rust in rust.
       Francis Turner Palgrave, from A Danish Barrow



  2. Woman wants monogamy;
    Man delights in novelty
    Love is woman's moon and sun;
    Man has other forms of fun...
    With this the gist and sum of it,
    What earthly good can come of it?
       Dorothy Parker, from General Review of the Sex Situation



  3. Why is it that no one ever sent me yet
    One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
    Ah no, it's always just my luck to get
    One perfect rose.
       Dorothy Parker, from General Review of the Sex Situation



  4. Prince, a precept I'd leave for you,
    Coined in Eden existing yet;
    Skirt the parlor, and shun the zoo--
    Women and elephants never forget.
       Dorothy Parker, from Ballade of the Unfortunate Mammals


  5. My own dear love, he is all my world,—
       And I wish I’d never met him.
       Dorothy Parker, from Love Song



  6. So in the last moments of wakefulness
    I re-create that lost world
    whose textures are like braille
    beneath my fingertips . . . .
       Linda Pastan, from Notes to My Mother, Part 9, 13-16


  7. To be the other woman
    is to be a season
    that is always about to end . . . .
       Linda Pastan, from Circe, 37-39


  8. As if revision were
    the purest form of love.
       Linda Pastan, from Vermilion, 15-16


  9. Eve would be the mother
    of Newton and Bohr.
       Linda Pastan, from Fruit of the Tree, 17-18



  10. Your lips have splashed my dull house with print of flowers
       Kenneth Patchen, from As We Are So Wonderfully



  11. There's no erring twice in love and war.
       Pomfret, from Love Triumphant Over Reason



  12. A little learning is a dangerous thing;
    Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring:
    There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,
    And drinking largely sobers us again.
       Alexander Pope, from An Essay on Criticism


  13. 'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none
    Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
       Alexander Pope, from An Essay on Criticism


  14. Hope springs eternal in the human breast:
    Man never is, but always to be blest.
    The soul, uneasy and confined from home,
    Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
    Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.
       Alexander Pope, from Essay on Man


  15. For Forms of Government let fools contest;
    Whate'er is best administer'd is best:
    For Modes of Faith, let graceless zealots fight;
    He can't be wrong whose life is in the right:
    In Faith and Hope the world will disagree,
    But all Mankind's concern is Charity:
    All must be false that thwart this One great End,
    And All of God, that bless Mankind or mend.
       Alexander Pope, from Essay on Man


  16. First follow Nature, and your judgment frame
    By her just standard, which is still the same;
    Unerring Nature, still divinely bright,
    One clear, unchanged, and universal light,
    Life, force, and beauty must to all impart,
    At once the source, and end, and test of art.
       Alexander Pope, from An Essay on Criticism


  17. True Wit is Nature to advantage dressed,
    What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed . . . .
       Alexander Pope, from An Essay on Criticism


  18. Be not the first by whom the new are tried,
    Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
       Alexander Pope, from An Essay on Criticism


  19. I am his Highness' dog at Kew;
    Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
       Alexander Pope, from Engraved on the Collar of a Dog Which I Gave to His Royal Highness


  20. Be not the first by whom the new are tried,
    Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
       Alexander Pope, from Essay on Criticism, Part II


  21. True ease in writing comes from Art, not Chance,
    As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
       Alexander Pope, from Essay on Criticism, Part II


  22. All Nature is but Art unknown to thee;
    All chance direction, which thou canst not see;
    All discord, harmony not understood;
    All partial evil, universal good:
    And spite of Pride, in erring Reason's spite,
    One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.
       Alexander Pope, from Essay on Man, Epistle I


  23. Know then thyself, presume not God to scan,
    The proper study of mankind is Man.
       Alexander Pope, from Essay on Man, Epistle II


  24. See dying vegetables life sustain,
    See life dissolving vegetate again:
    All forms that perish other forms supply,
    (By turns we catch the vital breath and die)
    Like bubbles on the sea of Matter born,
    They rise, they break, and to that sea return.
       Alexander Pope, from Essay on Man


  25. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown
    Dipt me in ink, my Parents' or my own?
    As yet a Child, not yet a Fool to Fame,
    I lisp'd in Numbers, for the Numbers came.
       Alexander Pope, from Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot


  26. Late as it is, I put my self to school,
    And feel some comfort, not to be a fool.
       Alexander Pope, from Imitations of Horace, Epistle I



  27. No more tradition's chains shall bind us.
       Arise, ye slaves! No more in thrall!
    The earth shall rise on new foundations,
       We have been naught, we shall be all.
       Eugene Pottier, from The Internationale



  28. Our outward act is prompted from within,
    And from the sinner's mind procedes the sin.
       Matthew Prior, from Henry and Emma


  29. Our hopes, like towering falcons, aim
    At objects in an airy height;
    The little pleasure of the game
    Is from afar to view the flight.
       Matthew Prior


  30. Let him be kept from paper, pen and ink,
    So may he cease to write, and learn to think.
       Matthew Prior, from To a Person Who Wrote Ill. On Same Person



  31. One by one the sands are flowing,
       One by one the moments fall;
    Some are coming, come are going;
       Do not strive to grasp them all.
       Adelaide Ann Proctor, from One by One




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