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Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers that our merits know.

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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When to mischief mortals bend their will, how soon they find it instruments of ill.
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The people's voice is odd, It is, and it is not, the voice of God.
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Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend.
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Oft in dreams invention we bestow to change a flounce or add a furbelow.
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A youth of frolic, an old age of cards.
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Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!
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Our business in the field of fight, Is not to question, but to prove our might.
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Virtue may choose the high or low degree, 'Tis just alike to virtue, and to me Dwell in a monk, or light upon a king, She's still the same belov'd, contented thing.
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Satire or sense, alas! Can Sporus feel? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?
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For he lives twice who can at once employ, The present well, and e'en the past enjoy.
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Monuments, like men, submit to fate.
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Know, Nature's children all divide her care, The fur that warms a monarch warmed a bear.
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The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read With loads of learned lumber in his head.
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Is it, in Heav'n, a crime to love too well? To bear too tender or too firm a heart, To act a lover's or a Roman's part? Is there no bright reversion in the sky For those who greatly think, or bravely die?
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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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Fly, dotard, fly! With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.
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Let opening roses knotted oaks adorn, And liquid amber drop from every thorn.
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Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.
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