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Consult the genius of the place, that paints as you plant, and as you work.

Alexander Pope

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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No louder shrieks to pitying heaven are cast, When husbands or lap-dogs breathe their last.
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In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies All quit their sphere and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the bless'd abodes, Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
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O happiness! our being's end and aim! Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name: That something still which prompts the eternal sigh, For which we bear to live, or dare to die.
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A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.
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So man, who here seems principal alone, Perhaps acts second to some sphere unknown Touches some wheel, or verges to some goal 'Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.
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Old politicians chew on wisdom past, And totter on in business to the last.
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Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel?
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Who dare to love their country, and be poor.
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Virtue, I grant you, is an empty boast But shall the dignity of vice be lost?
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Who dies in youth and vigour, dies the best.
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Women, as they are like riddles in being unintelligible, so generally resemble them in this, that they please us no longer once we know them.
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The soul's calm sunshine, and the heartfelt joy.
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Thus God and nature linked the gen'ral frame, And bade self-love and social be the same.
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Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!
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Old men, for the most part, are like old chronicles that give you dull but true accounts of times past, and are worth knowing only on that score.
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Ladies, like variegated tulips, show 'Tis to their changes half their charms we owe.
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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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Talk what you will of taste, my friend, you'll find two of a face as soon as of a mind.
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Taste, that eternal wanderer, which flies From head to ears, and now from ears to eyes.
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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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