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Conceit is to nature what paint is to beauty it is not only needless, but it impairs what it would improve.
Alexander Pope
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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide,Or gave his father grief but when he died.
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While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.
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Death, only death, can break the lasting chain And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain
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Ask for what end the heavenly bodies shine, Earth for whose use? Pride answers, 'Tis for mine For me kind nature wakes her genial power, Suckles each herb, and spreads out every flower.
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Where London's column, pointing at the skies, Like a tall bully, lifts the head, and lies.
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He best can paint them who shall feel them most.
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See! From the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings Short is his joy! He feels the fiery wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.
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Get your enemy to read your works in order to mend them, for your friend is so much your second self that he will judge too like you.
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O happiness! our being's end and aim! Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name: That something still which prompts the eternal sigh, For which we bear to live, or dare to die.
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Homer excels all the inventors of other arts in this: that he has swallowed up the honor of those who succeeded him.
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What woeful stuff this madrigal would be, In some starved hackney sonneteer, or me! But let a lord once own the happy lines, How the wit brightens! how the style refines!
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All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see All discord, harmony not understood All partial evil, universal good.
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Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.
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But just disease to luxury succeeds, And ev'ry death its own avenger breeds.
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He who tells a lie is not sensible of how great a task he undertakes for he must be forced to invent twenty more to maintain that one.
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Nay, fly to altars there they'll talk you dead For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
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Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.
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We may see the small value God has for riches, by the people he gives them to.
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