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Music resembles poetry, in each Are nameless graces which no methods teach, And which a master hand alone can reach.
Alexander Pope
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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Homer excels all the inventors of other arts in this: that he has swallowed up the honor of those who succeeded him.
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Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss.
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Whether the darken'd room to muse invite, Or whiten'd wall provoke the skew'r to write In durance, exile, Bedlam, or the Mint, Like Lee or Budgel I will rhyme and print.
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And hence one master-passion in the breast, Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest.
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Be silent always when you doubt your sense.
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Beauty that shocks you, parts that none will trust, Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.
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Learning is like mercury, one of the most powerful and excellent things in the world in skillful hands in unskillful, the most mischievous.
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All nature's diff'rence keeps all nature's peace.
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Men must be taught as if you taught them not, and things unknown proposed as things forgot.
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The laughers are a majority.
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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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Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide,Or gave his father grief but when he died.
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Why has not Man a microscopic eye? For this plain reason, Man is not a Fly. Say what the use, were finer optics giv'n, T' inspect a mite, not comprehend the heav'n.
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Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!
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And all who told it added something new, and all who heard it, made enlargements too.
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And soften'd sounds along the waters die: Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play.
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