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Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.

Alexander Pope

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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What so pure, which envious tongues will spare? Some wicked wits have libell'd all the fair, With matchless impudence they style a wife, The dear-bought curse, and lawful plague of life A bosom serpent, a domestic evil, A night invasion, and a mid-day devil Let not the wise these sland'rous words regard, But curse the bones of ev'ry living bard.
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No creature smarts so little as a fool.
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Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows.
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Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild In Wit a man Simplicity, a child.
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The cabinets of the sick and the closets of the dead have been ransacked to publish private letters and divulge to all mankind the most secret sentiments of friendship.
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Where's the man who counsel can bestow, still pleased to teach, and yet not proud to know.
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The most positive men are the most credulous, since they most believe themselves, and advise most with their falsest flatterer and worst enemy--their own self-love.
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Whether the darken'd room to muse invite, Or whiten'd wall provoke the skew'r to write In durance, exile, Bedlam, or the Mint, Like Lee or Budgel I will rhyme and print.
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All nature mourns, the skies relent in showers hushed are the birds, and closed the drooping flowers.
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Know then, unnumber'd Spirits round thee fly, The light Militia of the lower sky.
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Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.
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He who serves his brother best gets nearer God than all the rest.
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Simplicity is the mean between ostentation and rusticity.
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This long disease, my life.
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Soft o'er the shrouds aerial whispers breathe, That seemed but zephyrs to the train beneath.
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What is it to be wise? 'Tis but to know how little can be known, To see all others' faults, and feel our own.
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Offend her, and she knows not to forgive Oblige her, and she'll hate you while you live.
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Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.
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