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From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.

Alexander Pope

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state.
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Why did I write? whose sin to me unknown Dipt me in ink, my parents', or my own? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
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Dulness! whose good old cause I yet defend, With whom my muse began, with who shall end.
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Court-virtues bear, like gems, the highest rate, Born where Heav'n influence scarce can penetrate. In life's low vale, the soil the virtues like, They please as beauties, here as wonders strike.
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