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Education forms the common mind.
Alexander Pope
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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Oft, as in airy rings they skim the heath, The clamtrous lapwings feel the leaden death Oft, as the mounting larks their notes prepare They fall, and leave their little lives in air.
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Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell aspiring to be angels men rebel.
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Whate'er the passion, knowledge, fame, or pelf, Not one will change his neighbor with himself.
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Give me again my hollow tree A crust of bread, and liberty!
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The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.
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Wit and judgment often are at strife.
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Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below?
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When to mischief mortals bend their will, how soon they find it instruments of ill.
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Like Cato, give his little senate laws, and sit attentive to his own applause.
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Mankind is unamendable.
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How Instinct varies in the grov'ling swine.
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Vice is a monster of so frightful mien As to be hated needs but to be seen Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
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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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The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleas'd to the last he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
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Pleas'd look forward, pleas'd to look behind,And count each birthday with a grateful mind.
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To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each Seene, and be what they behold: For this the Tragic Muse first trod the stage.
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Great oaks grow from little acorns. He has a green thumb. He has green fingers. He's sowing his wild oats. Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand.
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Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
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The Muse but serv'd to ease some friend, not wife, / To help me through this long disease, my life.
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