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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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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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What Tully said of war may be applied to disputing: It should be always so managed as to remember that the only true end of it is peace. But generally true disputants are like true sportsmen,--their whole delight is in the pursuit and the disputant no more cares for the truth than the sportsman for the hare.
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And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air.
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Know then, unnumber'd Spirits round thee fly, The light Militia of the lower sky.
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In death a hero, as in life a friend!
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Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain Here earth and water seem to strive again, Not chaos-like together crushed and bruised, But, as the world, harmoniously confused: Where order in variety we see, And where, though all things differ, all agree.
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And make each day a critic on the last.
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Why did I write? whose sin to me unknown Dipt me in ink, my parents', or my own? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
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From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
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Some men's wit is like a dark lantern, which serves their own turn and guides them their own way, but is never known (according to the Scripture phrase) either to shine forth before men, or to glorify their Father in heaven.
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Every professional was once an amateur.
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Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise and rudely great... He hangs between in doubt to act or rest In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast In doubt his mind or body to prefer Born to die, and reasoning but to err.
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Whate'er the talents, or howe'er designed, We hang one jingling padlock on the mind.
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When to the Permanent is sacrificed the Mutable, the prize is thine: the drop returneth whence it came. The Open Path leads to the changeless change - Non-Being, the glorious state of Absoluteness, the Bliss past human thought.
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Of fight or fly, This choice is left ye, to resist or die.
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In every work regard the writer's end, Since none can compass more than they intend.
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A disputant no more cares for the truth than the sportsman for the hare.
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Unblemish'd let me live or die unknown Oh, grant an honest fame, or grant me none!
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Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel?
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Women use lovers as they do cards they play with them a while, and when they have got all they can by them, throw them away, call for new ones, and then perhaps lose by the new all they got by the old ones.
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Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
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