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Is there a parson much bemused in beer, a maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer, a clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, who pens a stanza when he should engross?

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Sole judge of Truth, in endless Error hurled: / The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!
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Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are fluttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go. O never fear, lads, naught's to dread, Look not to left nor right: In all the endless road you tread There's nothing but the night.
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And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show.
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Let fortune do her worst, whatever she makes us lose, so long as she never makes us lose our honesty and our independence.
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O peace! how many wars were waged in thy name.
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Woman's at best a contradiction still.
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Fine sense and exalted sense are not half so useful as common sense.
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Then, at the last and only couplet fraught With some unmeaning thing they call a thought, A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.
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From Nature's chain whatever link you strike, Tenth or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike.
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The hog that ploughs not, not obeys thy call, Lives on the labours of this lord of all.
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In lazy apathy let stoics boast, their virtue fixed, 'tis fixed as in a frost.
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Vice is a monster of so frightful mien As to be hated needs but to be seen Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
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A little learning is a dangerous thing.
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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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I find myself hoping a total end of all the unhappy divisions of mankind by party-spirit, which at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.
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