Pope's ambition was directed into the same channel by his innate propensities and by the accidents of his position.

No man ever displayed a more exclusive devotion to literature, or was more tremblingly sensitive to the charm of literary glory.

His zeal was never distracted by any rival emotion.

Almost from his cradle to his grave his eye was fixed unremittingly upon the sole purpose of his life.

The whole energies of his mind were absorbed in the struggle to place his name as high as possible in that temple of fame, which he painted after Chaucer in one of his early poems.