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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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Ah! what avails it me the flocks to keep, Who lost my heart while I preserv'd my sheep.
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Never find fault with the absent.
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Superstition is the spleen of the soul.
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When to mischief mortals bend their will, how soon they find it instruments of ill.
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Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid.
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The vanity of human life is like a river, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on.
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Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
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Pretty conceptions, fine metaphors, glittering expressions, and something of a neat cast of verse are properly the dress, gems, or loose ornaments of poetry.
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As some to Church repair, not for the doctrine, but the music there.
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See! From the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings Short is his joy! He feels the fiery wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.
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Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.
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And you, my Critics! in the chequer'd shade, Admire new light thro' holes yourselves have made.
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