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The finest minds, like the finest metals, dissolve the easiest.

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows.
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When to the Permanent is sacrificed the Mutable, the prize is thine: the drop returneth whence it came. The Open Path leads to the changeless change - Non-Being, the glorious state of Absoluteness, the Bliss past human thought.
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It is sure the hardest science to forget!
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Every professional was once an amateur.
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Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel?
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Virtue, I grant you, is an empty boast But shall the dignity of vice be lost?
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Vices and virtues are of a strange nature, for the more we have, the fewer we think we have.
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Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
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And write about it, Goddess, and about it!
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The proper study of Mankind is Man.
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Still when the lust of tyrant power succeeds, some Athens perishes, or some Tully bleeds.
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Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven.
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Our grandsire, Adam, ere of Eve possesst, Alone, and e'en in Paradise unblest, With mournful looks the blissful scenes survey'd, And wander'd in the solitary shade. The Maker say, took pity, and bestow'd Woman, the last, the best reserv'd of God.
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Nothing can be more shocking and horrid than one of our kitchens sprinkled with blood, and abounding with the cries of expiring victims or with the limbs of dead animals scattered or hung up here and there.
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Know then, unnumber'd Spirits round thee fly, The light Militia of the lower sky.
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Is it, in heav'n, a crime to love too well?
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Man, like the generous vine, supported lives the strength he gains is from the embrace he gives.
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Soft o'er the shrouds aerial whispers breathe, That seemed but zephyrs to the train beneath.
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Praise undeserved, is satire in disguise.
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