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Fly, dotard, fly! With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.
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Vices and virtues are of a strange nature, for the more we have, the fewer we think we have.
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Trust not yourself, but your defects to know, make use of every friend and every foe.
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Tis all in vain to keep a constant pother About one vice and fall into another.
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A naked lover bound and bleeding lies!
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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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