Alexander Pope Lying Quotations

An excuse is worse and more terrible than a lie; for an excuse is a lie guarded.

Act well your part, there all the honour lies.

Honor and shame from no condition rise. Act well your part: there all the honor lies.

Never was it given to mortal man - To lie so boldly as we women can.

He who tells a lie is not sensible of how great a task he undertakes; for he must be forced to invent twenty more to maintain that one.

The grave unites; where e'en the great find rest, And blended lie th' oppressor and th' oppressed!

In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the bless'd abodes, Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

If it be the chief point of friendship to comply with a friends motions and inclinations, he possesses this in a eminent degree; he lies down when I sit, and walks when I walk, which is more than many good friends can pretend to do.

The dull flat falsehood serves for policy, and in the cunning, truth's itself a lie.

Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart. One self-approving hour whole years outweighs Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas; And more true joy Marcellus exil'd feels Than Cæsar with a senate at his heels. In parts superior what advantage lies? Tell (for you can) what is it to be wise? 'T is but to know how little can be known; To see all others' faults, and feel our own.

Who combats bravely is not therefore brave, He dreads a death-bed like the meanest slave: Who reasons wisely is not therefore wise,- His pride in reasoning, not in acting lies.

Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words,-health, peace, and competence.

A naked lover bound and bleeding lies!

Where London's column, pointing at the skies, Like a tall bully, lifts the head, and lies.

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

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

Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd, Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd. Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mixed with Gods, his lov'd idea lies: O write it not, my hand - the name appears Already written - wash it out, my tears! In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays, Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeyes.

Fame can never make us lie down contentedly on a deathbed.