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The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Passions are the gales of life.
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Nature made every fop to plague his brother, Just as one beauty mortifies another.
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I find myself hoping a total end of all the unhappy divisions of mankind by party-spirit, which at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.
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And each blasphemer quite escape the rod, Because the insult's not on man, but God?
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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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Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires.
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Never elated while one man's oppress'd Never dejected while another's blessed.
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Persons of genius, and those who are most capable of art, are always most fond of nature: as such are chiefly sensible, that all art consists in the imitation and study of nature.
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Who finds not Providence all good and wise, Alike in what it gives, and what denies.
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Expression is the dress of thought, and still Appears more decent as more suitable A vile conceit in pompous words express'd, Is like a clown in regal purple dress'd.
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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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Tis from high Life high Characters are drawn A Saint in Crape is twice a Saint in Lawn: A Judge is just, a Chanc'llor juster still A Gownman learn'd a Bishop what you will Wise if a minister but if a King, More wise, more learn'd, more just, more ev'rything.
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Wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense!
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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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A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind.
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The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
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A field of glory is a field for all.
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