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Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven.

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd, Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd. Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mixed with Gods, his lov'd idea lies: O write it not, my hand - the name appears Already written - wash it out, my tears! In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays, Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeyes.
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Good-humor only teaches charms to last, Still makes new conquests and maintains the past.
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Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
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Love the offender, yet detest the offense.
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Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray, With joyous musick wake the dawning day.
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Man never thinks himself happy, but when he enjoys those things which others want or desire.
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To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, who never mentions hell to ears polite.
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With ev'ry pleasing, ev'ry prudent part, Say, what can Chloe want?-She wants a heart.
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Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it, If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.
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Who builds a church to God and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name.
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See skulking Truth to her old cavern fled, Mountains of Casuistry heap'd o'er her head! Philosophy, that lean'd on Heav'n before, Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more. Physic of Metaphysic begs defence, And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense! See Mystery to Mathematics fly!
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See how the World its Veterans rewards! A Youth of Frolics, an old Age of Cards Fair to no purpose, artful to no end, Young without Lovers, old without a Friend A Fop their Passion, but their Prize a Sot Alive ridiculous, and dead forgot.
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In every work regard the writer's end, Since none can compass more than they intend.
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Dulness! whose good old cause I yet defend, With whom my muse began, with who shall end.
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Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.
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Whenever I find a great deal of gratitude in a poor man, I take it for granted there would be as much generosity if he were a rich man.
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Time conquers all, and we must time obey.
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Ah! what avails it me the flocks to keep, Who lost my heart while I preserv'd my sheep.
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