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It is not so much the being exempt from faults, as having overcome them, that is an advantage to us.

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Remembrance and reflection how allied. What thin partitions divides sense from thought.
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Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.
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A little learning is a dangerous thing drink of it deeply, or taste it not, for shallow thoughts intoxicate the brain, and drinking deeply sobers us again.
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Nothing can be more shocking and horrid than one of our kitchens sprinkled with blood, and abounding with the cries of expiring victims or with the limbs of dead animals scattered or hung up here and there.
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Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!
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Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.
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Party-spirit at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.
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With too much quickness ever to be taught With too much thinking to have common thought.
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For critics, as they are birds of prey, have ever a natural inclination to carrion.
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The season when to come, and when to go, to sing, or cease to sing, we never know.
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No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n, Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n But such plain roofs as Piety could raise, And only vocal with the Maker's praise.
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Where London's column, pointing at the skies, Like a tall bully, lifts the head, and lies.
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The cabinets of the sick and the closets of the dead have been ransacked to publish private letters and divulge to all mankind the most secret sentiments of friendship.
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Where beams of imagination play, the memory's soft figures melt away.
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Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd, Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd. Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mixed with Gods, his lov'd idea lies: O write it not, my hand - the name appears Already written - wash it out, my tears! In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays, Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeyes.
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Ambition first sprung from your blest abodes: the glorious fault of angels and of gods.
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Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.
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