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Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!

Alexander Pope

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Who finds not Providence all good and wise, Alike in what it gives, and what denies.
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