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

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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But would you sing, and rival Orpheus' strain. The wond'ring forests soon should dance again The moving mountains hear the powerful call. And headlong streams hand listening in their fall!
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Our rural ancestors, with little blest, Patient of labor when the end was rest, Indulged the day that housed their annual grain, With feasts, and off'rings, and a thankful strain.
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Sure of their qualities and demanding praise, more go to ruined fortunes than are raised.
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The young disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.
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Who builds a church to God and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name.
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