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Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words,-health, peace, and competence.

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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And all who told it added something new, and all who heard it, made enlargements too.
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The greatest magnifying glasses in the world are a man's own eyes when they look upon his own person.
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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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Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild In Wit a man Simplicity, a child.
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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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Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
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But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
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A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.
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