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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.
Alexander Pope
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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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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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Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.
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Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate.
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Fine sense and exalted sense are not half so useful as common sense. There are forty men of wit for one man of sense and he that will carry nothing about him but gold, will be every day at a loss for want of readier change.
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Wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense!
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The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the fair head, forever, and forever! Then flashed the living lightning from her eyes, And screams of horror rend th' affrighted skies.
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The lot of man - to suffer and to die.
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'Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all.
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Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend.
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Cursed be the verse, how well so e'er it flow, That tends to make one worthy man my foe.
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Who dare to love their country, and be poor.
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Dulness! whose good old cause I yet defend, With whom my muse began, with who shall end.
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Oh, when shall Britain, conscious of her claim, Stand emulous of Greek and Roman fame? In living medals see her wars enroll'd, And vanquished realms supply recording gold?
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The soul, uneasy and confin'd from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
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