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With ev'ry pleasing, ev'ry prudent part, Say, what can Chloe want?-She wants a heart.

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Vast chain of being! which from God began, Natures ethereal, human, angel, man, Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see, No glass can reach, from infinite to Thee, From Thee to nothing.
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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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