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Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend.

Alexander Pope

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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That virtue only makes our bliss below, And all our knowledge is ourselves to know.
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How Instinct varies in the grov'ling swine.
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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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He who tells a lie is not sensible of how great a task he undertakes for he must be forced to invent twenty more to maintain that one.
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All looks yellow to a jaundiced eye.
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Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue
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Taste, that eternal wanderer, which flies From head to ears, and now from ears to eyes.
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By flatterers besieged And so obliging that he ne'er obliged.
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Superstition is the spleen of the soul.
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Virtue may choose the high or low degree, 'Tis just alike to virtue, and to me Dwell in a monk, or light upon a king, She's still the same belov'd, contented thing.
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The nicest constitutions of government are often like the finest pieces of clock-work, which, depending on so many motions, are therefore more subject to be out of order.
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Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild In Wit a man Simplicity, a child.
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To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each Seene, and be what they behold: For this the Tragic Muse first trod the stage.
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Praise undeserved, is satire in disguise.
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Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire, Chaos! is restored Light dies before thy uncreating word: Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall And universal darkness buries all.
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Then marble, soften'd into life, grew warm.
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Know then, unnumber'd Spirits round thee fly, The light Militia of the lower sky.
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What nothing earthly gives, or can destroy, The soul's calm sunshine, and the heart-felt joy, Is virtue's prize.
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No more was seen the human form divine.
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