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chaos of thought and passion, all confus'd.

Alexander Pope

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies, And catch the manners living as they rise Laugh where we must, be candid where we can, But vindicate the ways of God to man.
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Where'er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade, Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade. Where'er you tread the blushing flowers shall rise, And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.
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A little learning is a dangerous thing Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.
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Many men have been capable of doing a wise thing, more a cunning thing, but very few a generous thing.
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I am his Highness' dog at Kew Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
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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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Passions are the gales of life.
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There are some solitary wretches who seem to have left the rest of mankind, only, as Eve left Adam, to meet the devil in private.
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The vanity of human life is like a river, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on.
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Talk what you will of taste, my friend, you'll find two of a face as soon as of a mind.
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Virtue, I grant you, is an empty boast But shall the dignity of vice be lost?
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To Him no high, no low, no great, no small He fills, He bounds, connects and equals all!
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All looks yellow to a jaundiced eye.
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In this commonplace world every one is said to be romantic who either admires a fine thing or does one.
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Taste, that eternal wanderer, which flies From head to ears, and now from ears to eyes.
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Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
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On cold December fragrant chaplets blow, And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.
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All nature mourns, the skies relent in showers hushed are the birds, and closed the drooping flowers.
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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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Death, only death, can break the lasting chain And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain
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