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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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When much dispute has past, we find our tenets just the same as last.
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The scripture in times of disputes is like an open town in times of war, which serves in differently the occasions of both parties.
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But touch me, and no minister so sore. Whoe'er offends, at some unlucky time Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme, Sacred to ridicule his whole life long, And the sad burthen of some merry song.
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Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow The rest is all but leather and prunello.
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Poets like painters, thus unskilled to trace The naked nature and the living grace, With gold and jewels cover ev'ry part, And hide with ornaments their want of art. True wit is Nature to advantage dressed, What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed.
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