Oh! blessed with temper, whose unclouded ray
Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day.
_Moral Essays, Epistle II_. A. POPE.
From loveless youth to uninspected age,
No passion gratified, except her rage,
So much the fury still outran the wit,
That pleasure missed her, and the scandal hit.
_Moral Essays, Epistle II_. A. POPE.
Good-humor only teaches charms to last,
Still makes new conquests and maintains the past.
_Epistle to Mrs. Blount_. A. POPE.
What then remains, but well our power to use,
And keep good-humor still whate'er we lose?
And trust me, dear, good-humor can prevail,
When airs, and flights, and screams, and scolding fail.
_Rape of the Lock, Canto V_. A. POPE.