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Where's the man who counsel can bestow, still pleased to teach, and yet not proud to know.

Alexander Pope

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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A fly, a grape-stone, or a hair can kill.
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See how the World its Veterans rewards! A Youth of Frolics, an old Age of Cards Fair to no purpose, artful to no end, Young without Lovers, old without a Friend A Fop their Passion, but their Prize a Sot Alive ridiculous, and dead forgot.
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An obstinate person does not hold opinions they hold them.
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Why has not Man a microscopic eye? For this plain reason, Man is not a Fly. Say what the use, were finer optics giv'n, T' inspect a mite, not comprehend the heav'n.
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And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show.
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Extremes in nature equal ends produce In man they join to some mysterious use.
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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 all who told it added something new, and all who heard it, made enlargements too.
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For what I have publish'd, I can only hope to be pardon'd but for what I have burned, I deserve to be prais'd.
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'Tis not enough your counsel still be true Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do.
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Blest paper-credit! last and best supply! That lends corruption lighter wings to fly!
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Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires.
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Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
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To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, who never mentions hell to ears polite.
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In vain sedate reflections we would make When half our knowledge we must snatch, not take.
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