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What's fame? a fancy'd life in other's breath. A thing beyond us, even before our death.

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Fame can never make us lie down contentedly on a deathbed.
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Learn to live well, or fairly make your will You've play'd, and lov'd, and ate, and drank your fill: Walk sober off, before a sprightlier age Comes titt'ring on, and shoves you from the stage.
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Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.
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See! From the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings Short is his joy! He feels the fiery wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.
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Fix'd like a plant on his peculiar spot, To draw nutrition, propagate and rot.
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In men, we various ruling passions find In women, two almost divide the kind Those, only fixed, they first or last obey, The love of pleasure, and the love of sway.
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I begin where most people end, with a full conviction of the emptiness of all sorts of ambition, and the unsatisfactory nature of all human pleasures.
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Let sinful bachelors their woes deplore full well they merit all they feel, and more: unaw by precepts, human or divine, like birds and beasts, promiscuously they join.
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Those oft are stratagems which errors seem Nor is it Homer nods, but we that dream.
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Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.
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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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Rogues in rags are kept in countenance by rogues in ruffles.
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Health consists with temperance alone.
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Be thou the first true merit to befriend, his praise is lost who stays till all commend.
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For thee I dim these eye and stuff this head With all such reading as was never read.
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Mankind is unamendable.
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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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Of all affliction taught a lover yet, 'Tis true the hardest science to forget.
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Whether with Reason, or with Instinct blest, Know, all enjoy that pow'r which suits them best.
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Chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage, But wise through time, and narrative with age, In summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice - A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice.
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