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I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another's misfortunes perfectly like a Christian.

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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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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Beauty that shocks you, parts that none will trust, Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.
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Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, of straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
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On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Which Jews might kiss and infidels adore.
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Giving advice is many times only the privilege of saying a foolish thing one's self, under the pretense of hindering another from doing one.
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To happy convents, bosomed deep in vines, Where slumber abbots, purple as their wines.
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Let such teach others who themselves excel, And censure freely who have written well.
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The greatest magnifying glasses in the world are a man's own eyes when they look upon his own person.
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Every woman is at heart a rake.
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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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All seems infected that th' infected spy, As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.
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O let us still the secret joy partake, To follow virtue even for virtue's sake.
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Wine works the heart up, wakes the wit, There is no cure 'gainst age but it
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Beauty draws us with a single hair.
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Let opening roses knotted oaks adorn, And liquid amber drop from every thorn.
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See the wild Waste of all-devouring years! How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears, With nodding arches, broken temples spread! The very Tombs now vanish'd like their dead!
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No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n, Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n But such plain roofs as Piety could raise, And only vocal with the Maker's praise.
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Tis strange the miser should his cares employTo gain those riches he can ne'er enjoyIs it less strange the prodigal should wasteHis wealth to purchase what he ne'er can taste?
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You eat, in dreams, the custard of the day.
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Sickness is a sort of early old age it teaches us a diffidence in our earthly state.
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