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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 disputant no more cares for the truth than the sportsman for the hare.
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The soul's calm sunshine, and the heartfelt joy.
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Love the offender, yet detest the offense.
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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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Mankind is unamendable.
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Who finds not Providence all good and wise, Alike in what it gives, and what denies.
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Heaven gave to woman the peculiar grace To spin, to weep, and cully human race.
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At present we can only reason of the divine justice from what we know of justice in man. When we are in other scenes, we may have truer and nobler ideas of it but while we are in this life, we can only speak from the volume that is laid open before us.
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All looks yellow to a jaundiced eye.
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Careless of censure, nor too fond of fame, Still pleased to praise, yet not afraid to blame, Averse alike to flatter or offend, Not free from faults, nor yet too vain to mend.
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Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
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Women, as they are like riddles in being unintelligible, so generally resemble them in this, that they please us no longer once we know them.
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Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, of straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
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Chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage, But wise through time, and narrative with age, In summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice - A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice.
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Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.
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No, make me mistress to the man I love If there be yet another name more free More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!
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