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That virtue only makes our bliss below, And all our knowledge is ourselves to know.

Alexander Pope

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Every professional was once an amateur.
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And soften'd sounds along the waters die: Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play.
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Man never thinks himself happy, but when he enjoys those things which others want or desire.
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When much dispute has past, we find our tenets just the same as last.
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Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven.
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Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear 'Tis but the funeral of the former year.
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Who pants for glory, finds but short repose A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.
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He who serves his brother best gets nearer God than all the rest.
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No louder shrieks to pitying heaven are cast, When husbands or lap-dogs breathe their last.
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Virtue may choose the high or low degree, 'Tis just alike to virtue, and to me Dwell in a monk, or light upon a king, She's still the same belov'd, contented thing.
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Though triumphs were to generals only due, crowns were reserved to grace the soldiers too.
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But touch me, and no minister so sore. Whoe'er offends, at some unlucky time Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme, Sacred to ridicule his whole life long, And the sad burthen of some merry song.
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Whate'er the talents, or howe'er designed, We hang one jingling padlock on the mind.
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A long, exact, and serious comedy In every scene some moral let it teach, And, if it can, at once both please and preach.
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The hog that ploughs not, not obeys thy call, Lives on the labours of this lord of all.
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Thus unlamented pass the proud away, The gaze of fools and pageant of a day So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow For others' good, or melt at others' woe.
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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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Calm, thinking villains, whom no faith could fix, Of crooked counsels and dark politics.
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