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Who builds a church to God and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name.

Alexander Pope

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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True Wit is Nature to advantage dress'd What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd Something whose truth convinced at sight we find, That gives us back the image of our mind. As shades more sweetly recommend the light, So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit.
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To be angry is to revenge the faults of others on ourselves.
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An atheist is but a mad, ridiculous derider of piety, but a hypocrite makes a sober jest of God and religion he finds it easier to be upon his knees than to rise to a good action.
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The man that loves and laughs must sure do well.
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Genuine religion is not so much a matter of feeling as a matter of principle.
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Oh, sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise. By mountains pil'd on mountains to the skies? Heav'n still with laughter the vain toil surveys, And buries madmen in the heaps they raise.
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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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Thus God and nature linked the gen'ral frame, And bade self-love and social be the same.
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Learn from the birds what food the thickets yield Learn from the beasts the physic of the field The arts of building from the bee receive Learn of the mole to plow, the worm to weave.
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True self-love and social are the same.
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Ah! why, ye Gods, should two and two make four?
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The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read With loads of learned lumber in his head.
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Satire or sense, alas! Can Sporus feel? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?
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In the nice bee, what sense so subtly true From pois'nous herbs extracts the healing dew?
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When to the Permanent is sacrificed the Mutable, the prize is thine: the drop returneth whence it came. The Open Path leads to the changeless change - Non-Being, the glorious state of Absoluteness, the Bliss past human thought.
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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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Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
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Talk what you will of taste, my friend, you'll find two of a face as soon as of a mind.
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From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
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Cavil you may, but never criticise.
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