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“True wit is nature to advantage dress’d; what oft was thought, but ne’er so well express’d.”
Strong expression often succeeds not by inventing an alien idea but by giving memorable form to something many people already sensed.
Source note: Part II of An Essay on Criticism; Pope defines wit through clear expression of recognizable truth.
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“Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?”
The rhetorical question mocks disproportionate retaliation by comparing an elaborate punishment with the crushing of something slight and fragile.
Source note: Epistle to Dr Arbuthnot, Sporus passage; the famous image occurs inside a sharp personal satire, so the hostile literary context is retained.
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“I wish'd the man a dinner, and sat still.”
The satirical speaker portrays restraint as refusing to escalate a literary attack, answering hostility with a comic wish that the critic’s need might be relieved.
Source note: Epistle to Dr Arbuthnot; Pope recalls Gildon’s attack and presents his own non-response in a deliberately witty, self-defending passage.
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“Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer,”
The line describes a subtle form of hostility in which apparent approval is calibrated to diminish rather than support its target.
Source note: Epistle to Dr Arbuthnot; part of Pope’s satirical portrait of Addison/“Atticus,” so it is polemical literary characterization rather than neutral biography.
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“At ev'ry word a reputation dies.”
Voice: Poetic speaker · Mock-heroic narrator
Pope compresses the destructive speed of fashionable gossip into a comic line about reputations being damaged in ordinary conversation.
Source note: The Rape of the Lock, Canto III; the line occurs in a satirical description of fashionable social talk rather than as literal reportage.
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“What mighty contests rise from trivial things,”
Voice: Poetic speaker · Mock-heroic narrator
The mock-heroic opening announces the poem’s central comic method: treating a small social quarrel with the scale and language of epic conflict.
Source note: The Rape of the Lock, Canto I, expanded five-canto version; the line is part of Pope’s mock-heroic invocation and should be read as satire.