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He who serves his brother best gets nearer God than all the rest.

Alexander Pope

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Presumptuous Man! the reason wouldst thou find,Why form'd so weak, so little, and so blind?First, if thou canst, the harder reason guess,Why form'd no weaker, blinder, and no less!Ask of thy mother earth, why oaks are madeTaller or stronger than the weeds they shade?Or ask of yonder argent fields above,Why Jove's Satellites are less than Jove?
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To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, who never mentions hell to ears polite.
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When I die, I should be ashamed to leave enough to build me a monument if there were a wanting friend above ground. I would enjoy the pleasure of what I give by giving it alive and seeing another enjoy it.
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No creature smarts so little as a fool.
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Then from the Mint walks forth the man of rhyme, Happy to catch me, just at dinner-time.
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Virtuous and vicious every man must be, few in the extreme, but all in the degree.
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'Tis not enough your counsel still be true Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do.
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Know then this truth, enough for man to know virtue alone is happiness below.
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Never was it given to mortal man - To lie so boldly as we women can.
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Live like yourself, was soon my lady's word, And lo! two puddings smok'd upon the board.
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Why did I write? whose sin to me unknown Dipt me in ink, my parents', or my own? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
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Party-spirit at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.
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Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow The rest is all but leather and prunello.
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And you, my Critics! in the chequer'd shade, Admire new light thro' holes yourselves have made.
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Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide,Or gave his father grief but when he died.
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Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it, If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.
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No louder shrieks to pitying heaven are cast, When husbands or lap-dogs breathe their last.
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Fear not the anger of the wise to raise Those best can bear reproof who merit praise.
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Our plenteous streams a various race supply, The bright-eyed perch with fins of Tyrian dye, The silver eel, in shining volumes roll'd, The yellow carp, in scales bedropp'd with gold, Swift trouts, diversified with crimson stains, And pikes, the tyrants of the wat'ry plains.
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Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
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