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One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight.

Alexander Pope

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards? Alas! not all the blood, of all the Howards.
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Nothing can be more shocking and horrid than one of our kitchens sprinkled with blood, and abounding with the cries of expiring victims or with the limbs of dead animals scattered or hung up here and there.
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There is but one way I know of conversing safely with all men that is, not by concealing what we say or do, but by saying or doing nothing that deserves to be concealed.
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To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each Seene, and be what they behold: For this the Tragic Muse first trod the stage.
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But those who cannot write, and those who can, All rhyme, and scrawl, and scribble, to a man.
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Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us, and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man A mighty maze! but not without a plan.
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Unblemish'd let me live or die unknown Oh, grant an honest fame, or grant me none!
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The approach of night The skies yet blushing with departing light, When falling dews with spangles deck'd the glade, And the low sun had lengthen'd ev'ry shade.
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Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below?
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But see how oft ambition's aims are cross'd, and chiefs contend 'til all the prize is lost!
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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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Heaven forming each on other to depend, A master, or a servant, or a friend, Bids each on other for assistance call, Till one man's weakness grows the strength of all.
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In vain sedate reflections we would make When half our knowledge we must snatch, not take.
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Wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense!
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To observations which ourselves we make, we grow more partial for th' observer's sake.
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The bookful blockhead ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head, With his own tongue still edifies his ears, And always list'ning to himself appears. All books he reads, and all he reads assails.
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But blind to former as to future fate, what mortal knows his pre-existent state?
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The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleas'd to the last he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
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