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Die of a rose in aromatic pain.

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Fool, 'tis in vain from wit to wit to roam: Know, sense, like charity, begins at home.
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So man, who here seems principal alone, Perhaps acts second to some sphere unknown Touches some wheel, or verges to some goal 'Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.
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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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Heaven forming each on other to depend, A master, or a servant, or a friend, Bids each on other for assistance call, Till one man's weakness grows the strength of all.
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Genius creates, and taste preserves. Taste is the good sense of genius without taste, genius is only sublime folly.
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Lo! the poor Indian! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind His soul proud Science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or milky way.
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Love, Hope, and Joy, fair pleasure's smiling train, Hate, Fear, and Grief, the family of pain, These mix'd with art, and to due bounds confin'd Make and maintain the balance of the mind.
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The grave unites where e'en the great find rest, And blended lie th' oppressor and th' oppressed!
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Chaste to her husband, frank to all beside, A teeming mistress, but a barren bride.
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Who know but He, whose hand the lightning forms, Who heaves old ocean, and who wings the storms, Pours fierce ambition in a Caesar's mind.
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The lights and shades, whose well-accorded strife gives all the strength and color of our life.
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Of fight or fly, This choice is left ye, to resist or die.
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To err is human to forgive, divine.
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In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies All quit their sphere and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the bless'd abodes, Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
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Every man has just as much vanity as he wants understanding.
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The only time you run out of chances is when you stop taking them
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Is it, in Heav'n, a crime to love too well? To bear too tender or too firm a heart, To act a lover's or a Roman's part? Is there no bright reversion in the sky For those who greatly think, or bravely die?
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Nature made every fop to plague his brother, Just as one beauty mortifies another.
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