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What Reason weaves, by Passion is undone.

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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The soul's calm sunshine, and the heartfelt joy.
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The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.
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He knows to live who keeps the middle state, and neither leans on this side nor on that.
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The time shall come, when, free as seas or wind, Unbounded Thames shall flow for all mankind, Whole nations enter with each swelling tide, And seas but join the regions they divide Earth's distant ends our glory shall behold, And the new world launch forth to seek the old.
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The lights and shades, whose well-accorded strife gives all the strength and color of our life.
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At present we can only reason of the divine justice from what we know of justice in man. When we are in other scenes, we may have truer and nobler ideas of it but while we are in this life, we can only speak from the volume that is laid open before us.
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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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Like following life through creatures you dissect, You lose it in the moment you detect.
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Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
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Give me again my hollow tree A crust of bread, and liberty!
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Wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense!
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Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.
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