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The greatest magnifying glasses in the world are a man's own eyes when they look upon his own person.
Alexander Pope
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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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With the mistake your life goes in reverse. Now you can see exactly what you did Wrong yesterday and wrong the day before And each mistake leads back to something worse.
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And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show.
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No more was seen the human form divine.
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All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see All discord, harmony not understood All partial evil, universal good.
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I was not born for courts and great affairs, but I pay my debts, believe and say my prayers.
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What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards? Alas! not all the blood, of all the Howards.
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As some to Church repair, not for the doctrine, but the music there.
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Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restored Light dies before thy uncreating word: Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall And universal darkness buries all.
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