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To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, who never mentions hell to ears polite.
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Never elated while one man's oppress'd Never dejected while another's blessed.
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And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show.
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Hope springs eternal.
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Presumptuous Man! the reason wouldst thou find,Why form'd so weak, so little, and so blind?First, if thou canst, the harder reason guess,Why form'd no weaker, blinder, and no less!Ask of thy mother earth, why oaks are madeTaller or stronger than the weeds they shade?Or ask of yonder argent fields above,Why Jove's Satellites are less than Jove?
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On cold December fragrant chaplets blow, And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.
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Men, some to business, some to pleasure take But every woman is at heart a rake.
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What riches give us let us then inquire: Meat, fire, and clothes. What more? Meat, clothes, and fire. Is this too little?
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Order is Heaven's first law and this confess, Some are and must be greater than the rest.
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Where grows?--where grows it not? If vain our toil, We ought to blame the culture, not the soil.
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