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Virtue alone is happiness below.
Alexander Pope
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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Did some more sober critics come abroad? If wrong, I smil'd if right, I kiss'd the rod.
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I believe no one qualification is so likely to make a good writer, as the power of rejecting his own thoughts.
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All seems infected that th' infected spy, As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.
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And soften'd sounds along the waters die: Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play.
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Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.
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No woman ever hates a man for being in love with her, but many a woman hate a man for being a friend to her.
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Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, and fills up all the mighty void of sense.
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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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Fix'd like a plant on his peculiar spot, To draw nutrition, propagate and rot.
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Art still followed where Rome's eagles flew.
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Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.
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To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, who never mentions hell to ears polite.
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Let opening roses knotted oaks adorn, And liquid amber drop from every thorn.
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Calm, thinking villains, whom no faith could fix, Of crooked counsels and dark politics.
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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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What so pure, which envious tongues will spare? Some wicked wits have libell'd all the fair, With matchless impudence they style a wife, The dear-bought curse, and lawful plague of life A bosom serpent, a domestic evil, A night invasion, and a mid-day devil Let not the wise these sland'rous words regard, But curse the bones of ev'ry living bard.
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So modern 'pothecaries, taught the art By doctor's bills to play the doctor's part, Bold in the practice of mistaken rules, Prescribe, apply, and call their masters fools.
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For what I have publish'd, I can only hope to be pardon'd but for what I have burned, I deserve to be prais'd.
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A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.
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Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue
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