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To be angry is to revenge the faults of others on ourselves.
Alexander Pope
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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Say, will the falcon, stooping from above, Smit with her varying plumage, spare the dove? Admires the jay the insect's gilded wings? Or hears the hawk when Philomela sings?
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False happiness is like false money it passes for a time as well as the true, and serves some ordinary occasions but when it is brought to the touch, we find the lightness and alloy, and feel the loss.
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Some place the bliss in action, some in ease, Those call it pleasure, and contentment these.
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Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.
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And each blasphemer quite escape the rod, Because the insult's not on man, but God?
Alexander Pope
The hog that ploughs not, not obeys thy call, Lives on the labours of this lord of all.
Alexander Pope
And all who told it added something new, and all who heard it, made enlargements too.
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Two purposes in human nature rule. Self- love to urge, and reason to restrain.
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On wrongs swift vengeance waits.
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Envy, to which th' ignoble mind's a slave, Is emulation in the learn'd or brave.
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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.
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Nor in the critic let the man be lost.
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Dulness! whose good old cause I yet defend, With whom my muse began, with who shall end.
Alexander Pope
Praise undeserved, is satire in disguise.
Alexander Pope
Never find fault with the absent.
Alexander Pope
Vice is a monster of so frightful mien As to be hated needs but to be seen Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Alexander Pope
There is but one way I know of conversing safely with all men that is, not by concealing what we say or do, but by saying or doing nothing that deserves to be concealed.
Alexander Pope
Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
Alexander Pope
Tis use alone that sanctifies expense And splendor borrow all her rays from sense.
Alexander Pope
Get your enemy to read your works in order to mend them, for your friend is so much your second self that he will judge too like you.
Alexander Pope
