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As the twig is bent, so grows the tree.

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Who dare to love their country, and be poor.
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Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.
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Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires.
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Nature made every fop to plague his brother, Just as one beauty mortifies another.
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Fine sense and exalted sense are not half so useful as common sense. There are forty men of wit for one man of sense and he that will carry nothing about him but gold, will be every day at a loss for want of readier change.
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Ask you what provocation I have had? The strong antipathy of good to bad.
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How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight!
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There should be, methinks, as little merit in loving a woman for her beauty as in loving a man for his prosperity both being equally subject to change.
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All nature's diff'rence keeps all nature's peace.
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Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust, Yet cry, if man's unhappy, God's unjust.
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The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.
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But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
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See Christians, Jews, one heavy sabbath keep, And all the western world believe and sleep.
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Offend her, and she knows not to forgive Oblige her, and she'll hate you while you live.
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The Dying Christian to His Soul (1712) -Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Stanza 1.
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At every trifle take offense, that always shows great pride or little sense.
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The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the fair head, forever, and forever! Then flashed the living lightning from her eyes, And screams of horror rend th' affrighted skies.
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Astrologers that future fates foreshow.
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Some praise at morning what they blame at night, but always think the last opinion right.
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