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And make each day a critic on the last.

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Oft in dreams invention we bestow to change a flounce or add a furbelow.
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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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A fellow feeling makes us wondrous kind.
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To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart
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Curse on all laws but those which love has made.
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Praise undeserved, is satire in disguise.
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In lazy apathy let stoics boast, their virtue fix'd: 't is fix'd as in a frost contracted all, retiring to the breast but strength of mind is exercise, not rest.
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To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, who never mentions hell to ears polite.
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And you, my Critics! in the chequer'd shade, Admire new light thro' holes yourselves have made.
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But touch me, and no minister so sore. Whoe'er offends, at some unlucky time Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme, Sacred to ridicule his whole life long, And the sad burthen of some merry song.
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Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
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The dances ended, all the fairy train For pinks and daisies search'd the flow'ry plain.
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