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In the nice bee, what sense so subtly true From pois'nous herbs extracts the healing dew?

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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A patriot is a fool in ev'ry age.
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Ye gods, annihilate but space and time, And make two lovers happy.
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Get your enemy to read your works in order to mend them, for your friend is so much your second self that he will judge too like you.
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Our rural ancestors, with little blest, Patient of labor when the end was rest, Indulged the day that housed their annual grain, With feasts, and off'rings, and a thankful strain.
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Then, at the last and only couplet fraught With some unmeaning thing they call a thought, A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.
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There are certain times when most people are in a disposition of being informed, and 'tis incredible what a vast good a little truth might do, spoken in such seasons.
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