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O Love! for Sylvia let me gain the prize, And make my tongue victorious as her eyes.
Alexander Pope
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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.
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We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow. Our wiser sons, no doubt will think us so.
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Alas! the small discredit of a bribe Scarce hurts the lawyer, but undoes the scribe.
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Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
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To Him no high, no low, no great, no small He fills, He bounds, connects and equals all!
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Histories are more full of examples of the fidelity of dogs than of friends.
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So perish all who do the like again.
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And hence one master-passion in the breast, Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest.
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Those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
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But thousands die without or this or that, Die, and endow a college or a cat.
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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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Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel?
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An honest man's the noblest work of God.
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Heaven breathes thro' ev'ry member of the whole One common blessing, as one common soul.
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Poets like painters, thus unskilled to trace The naked nature and the living grace, With gold and jewels cover ev'ry part, And hide with ornaments their want of art. True wit is Nature to advantage dressed, What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed.
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The Muse but serv'd to ease some friend, not wife, / To help me through this long disease, my life.
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Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare And beauty draws us with a single hair.
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When to mischief mortals bend their will, how soon they find it instruments of ill.
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Great oaks grow from little acorns. He has a green thumb. He has green fingers. He's sowing his wild oats. Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand.
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The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd
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