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Ah! what avails it me the flocks to keep, Who lost my heart while I preserv'd my sheep.

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Trade it may help, society extend, But lures the Pirate, ant corrupts the friend: It raises armies in a nation's aid, But bribes a senate, and the land's betray'd.
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O let us still the secret joy partake, To follow virtue even for virtue's sake.
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I think a good deal may be said to extenuate the fault of bad Poets. What we call a Genius, is hard to be distinguish'd by a man himself, from a strong inclination: and if his genius be ever so great, he can not at first discover it any other way, than by giving way to that prevalent propensity which renders him the more liable to be mistaken.
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Pleasure, or wrong or rightly understood, Our greatest evil, or our greatest good.
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Who dies in youth and vigour, dies the best.
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I lose my patience, and I own it too, When works are censur'd, not as bad but new While if our Elders break all reason's laws, These fools demand not pardon but Applause.
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Nature made every fop to plague his brother, Just as one beauty mortifies another.
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Is it, in heav'n, a crime to love too well?
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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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In the nice bee, what sense so subtly true From pois'nous herbs extracts the healing dew?
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Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust, Yet cry, if man's unhappy, God's unjust.
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Condition, circumstance, is not the thing Bliss is the same in subject or in king.
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So perish all who do the like again.
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In lazy apathy let stoics boast, their virtue fixed, 'tis fixed as in a frost.
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Not half so swift the trembling doves can fly, When the fierce eagle cleaves the liquid sky Not half so swiftly the fierce eagle moves, When thro' the clouds he drives the trembling doves.
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Oh, when shall Britain, conscious of her claim, Stand emulous of Greek and Roman fame? In living medals see her wars enroll'd, And vanquished realms supply recording gold?
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The learned is happy, nature to explore The fool is happy, that he knows no more.
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In various talk th' instructive hours they past, Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last One speaks the glory of the British queen, And one describes a charming Indian screen A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes At every word a reputation dies.
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She who ne'er answers till a husband cools, Or, if she rules him, never shows she rules Charms by accepting, by submitting, sways, Yet has her humor most, when she obeys.
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