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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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The dull flat falsehood serves for policy, and in the cunning, truth's itself a lie.
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The grave unites where e'en the great find rest, And blended lie th' oppressor and th' oppressed!
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What Conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do This teach me more than Hell to shun, That more than Heav'n pursue.
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Man never thinks himself happy, but when he enjoys those things which others want or desire.
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O Love! for Sylvia let me gain the prize, And make my tongue victorious as her eyes.
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Chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage, But wise through time, and narrative with age, In summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice - A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice.
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In faith and hope the world will disagree, but all mankind's concern is charity.
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Gentle dullness ever loves a joke.
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So upright Quakers please both man and God.
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See plastic Nature working to this end, The single atoms each to other tend, Attract, attracted to, the next in place Form'd and impell'd its neighbor to embrace.
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But just disease to luxury succeeds, And ev'ry death its own avenger breeds.
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Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell aspiring to be angels men rebel.
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Let fortune do her worst, whatever she makes us lose, so long as she never makes us lose our honesty and our independence.
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Is there no bright reversion in the sky, For those who greatly think or bravely die?
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Our grandsire, Adam, ere of Eve possesst, Alone, and e'en in Paradise unblest, With mournful looks the blissful scenes survey'd, And wander'd in the solitary shade. The Maker say, took pity, and bestow'd Woman, the last, the best reserv'd of God.
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Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain Here earth and water seem to strive again, Not chaos-like together crushed and bruised, But, as the world, harmoniously confused: Where order in variety we see, And where, though all things differ, all agree.
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Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, content to dwell in decencies for ever.
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Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise and rudely great... He hangs between in doubt to act or rest In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast In doubt his mind or body to prefer Born to die, and reasoning but to err.
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The Dying Christian to His Soul (1712) -Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Stanza 1.
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