Language
Ezra Pound
And even I can remember
Tching prayed on the mountain and wrote MAKE IT NEW
Alexander Pope
A man should never be ashamed to own he has been in the wrong, which is but saying, in other words, that he is wiser to-day than he was yesterday.
All gardening is landscape-painting.
Coffee, (which makes the politician wise,
Fair tresses man’s imperial race insnare,
Belinda smiled, and all the world was gay.
Ev’n copious Dryden, wanted, or forgot,
All nature is but art, unknown to thee;
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance.
A needless Alexandrine ends the song,
As some to church repair,
True wit is Nature to advantage dressed,
Hills peep o’er hills, and Alps on Alps arise!
Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see,
A little learning is a dangerous thing;
Great wits sometimes may gloriously offend,
Old politicians chew on wisdom past,
Consult the genius of the place in all.
Pretty! in amber to observe the forms
