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Good God! how often are we to die before we go quite off this stage? In every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part.

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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There is but one way I know of conversing safely with all men that is, not by concealing what we say or do, but by saying or doing nothing that deserves to be concealed.
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The time shall come, when, free as seas or wind, Unbounded Thames shall flow for all mankind, Whole nations enter with each swelling tide, And seas but join the regions they divide Earth's distant ends our glory shall behold, And the new world launch forth to seek the old.
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A person who is too nice an observer of the business of the crowd, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity.
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Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies, And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.
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Silence! coeval with eternity! thou wert ere Nature's self began to be thine was the sway ere heaven was formed on earth, ere fruitful thought conceived creation's birth.
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The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd
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Old men, for the most part, are like old chronicles that give you dull but true accounts of times past, and are worth knowing only on that score.
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Soft o'er the shrouds aerial whispers breathe, That seemed but zephyrs to the train beneath.
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Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land? All fear, none aid you, and few understand.
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How vast a memory has Love!
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Like bubbles on the sea of matter borne, They rise, they break, and to that sea return.
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And write about it, Goddess, and about it!
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Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style, Amaze th' unlearn'd and make the learned smile.
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Chaste to her husband, frank to all beside, A teeming mistress, but a barren bride.
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A wise physician, skill'd our wounds to heal, is more than armies to the public weal.
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Where grows?--where grows it not? If vain our toil, We ought to blame the culture, not the soil.
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