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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.
Alexander Pope
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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Most women have no characters at all.
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On wings of wind came flying all abroad.
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She went from opera, park, assembly, play, To morning walks, and prayers three hours a day. To part her time 'twixt reading and bohea, To muse, and spill her solitary tea, Or o'er cold coffee trifle with the spoon, Count the slow clock, and dine exact at noon.
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chaos of thought and passion, all confus'd.
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