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You beat your Pate, and fancy Wit will come: Knock as you please, there's no body at home.

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Wit is the lowest form of humor.
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Teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.
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Wise wretch! with pleasures too refined to please, With too much spirit to be e'er at ease, With too much quickness ever to be taught, With too much thinking to have common thought: You purchase pain with all that joy can give, And die of nothing but a rage to live.
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The young disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.
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The vanity of human life is like a river, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on.
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True politeness consists in being easy one's self, and in making every one about one as easy as one can.
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Ah! why, ye Gods, should two and two make four?
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The pure and noble, the graceful and dignified, simplicity of language is nowhere in such perfection as in the Scriptures and Homer. The whole book of Job, with regard both to sublimity of thought and morality, exceeds, beyond all comparison, the most noble parts of Homer.
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Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss.
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Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgement, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is PRIDE, the never-failing vice of fools.
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Extremes in nature equal ends produce In man they join to some mysterious use.
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Nothing can be more shocking and horrid than one of our kitchens sprinkled with blood, and abounding with the cries of expiring victims or with the limbs of dead animals scattered or hung up here and there.
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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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Presumptuous Man! the reason wouldst thou find,Why form'd so weak, so little, and so blind?First, if thou canst, the harder reason guess,Why form'd no weaker, blinder, and no less!Ask of thy mother earth, why oaks are madeTaller or stronger than the weeds they shade?Or ask of yonder argent fields above,Why Jove's Satellites are less than Jove?
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Then marble, soften'd into life, grew warm.
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O Love! for Sylvia let me gain the prize, And make my tongue victorious as her eyes.
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What riches give us let us then inquire: Meat, fire, and clothes. What more? Meat, clothes, and fire. Is this too little?
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Authors are partial to their wit, 'tis true, But are not critics to their judgment, too?
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Where'er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade, Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade. Where'er you tread the blushing flowers shall rise, And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.
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Who taught that heaven-directed spire to rise?
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