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Is it, in heav'n, a crime to love too well?
Alexander Pope
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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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What then remains, but well our power to use, And keep good-humor still whate'er we lose? And trust me, dear, good-humor can prevail, When airs, and flights, and screams, and scolding fail.
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Judges and senates have been bought for gold Esteem and love were never to be sold.
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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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And each blasphemer quite escape the rod, Because the insult's not on man, but God?
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Words are like Leaves and where they most abound, Much Fruit of Sense beneath is rarely found.
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Unblemish'd let me live or die unknown Oh, grant an honest fame, or grant me none!
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Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restored Light dies before thy uncreating word: Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall And universal darkness buries all.
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In a sadly pleasing strain, let the warbling lute complain.
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