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The difference is too nice - Where ends the virtue or begins the vice.
Alexander Pope
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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Woman's at best a contradiction still.
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What is fame? a fancied life in others' breath.
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O peace! how many wars were waged in thy name.
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Of little use, the man you may suppose, Who says in verse what others say in prose Yet let me show a poet's of some weight, And (though no soldier) useful to the state, What will a child learn sooner than a song? What better teach a foreigner the tongue? What's long or short, each accent where to place And speak in public with some sort of grace?
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Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray, With joyous musick wake the dawning day.
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Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, of straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
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Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
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Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favors call She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all .
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Be niggards of advice on no pretense For the worst avarice is that of sense.
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You beat your Pate, and fancy Wit will come: Knock as you please, there's no body at home.
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Mankind is unamendable.
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So upright Quakers please both man and God.
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Why did I write? whose sin to me unknown Dipt me in ink, my parents', or my own? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
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True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance.
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Let opening roses knotted oaks adorn, And liquid amber drop from every thorn.
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Ask for what end the heavenly bodies shine, Earth for whose use? Pride answers, 'Tis for mine For me kind nature wakes her genial power, Suckles each herb, and spreads out every flower.
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Of all affliction taught a lover yet, 'Tis true the hardest science to forget.
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Oh! blest with temper, whose unclouded ray Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day.
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Pleas'd look forward, pleas'd to look behind,And count each birthday with a grateful mind.
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One science only will one genius fit so vast is art, so narrow human wit.
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