1688 – 1744 • English • Poet
Nature and nature's laws lay hid in the night. God said, Let Newton be! and all was light!
At ev'ry word a reputation dies.
Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
The difference is too nice - Where ends the virtue or begins the vice.
Never was it given to mortal man - To lie so boldly as we women can.
