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The world is a thing we must of necessity either laugh at or be angry at if we laugh at it, they say we are proud if we are angry at it, they say we are ill-natured.

Alexander Pope

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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But thousands die without or this or that, Die, and endow a college or a cat.
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How index-learning turns no student pale, Yet holds the eel of science by the tail!
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Where London's column, pointing at the skies, Like a tall bully, lifts the head, and lies.
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Taste, that eternal wanderer, which flies From head to ears, and now from ears to eyes.
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Praise is like ambergrease: a little whiff of it, and by snatches, is very agreeable but when a man holds a whole lump of it to your nose, it is a stink, and strikes you down.
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Histories are more full of examples of the fidelity of dogs than of friends.
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Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgement, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is PRIDE, the never-failing vice of fools.
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See skulking Truth to her old cavern fled, Mountains of Casuistry heap'd o'er her head! Philosophy, that lean'd on Heav'n before, Shrinks to her second cause, and is no more. Physic of Metaphysic begs defence, And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense! See Mystery to Mathematics fly!
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Why did I write? What sin to me unknown dipped me in ink, my parents , or my own?
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Soft o'er the shrouds aerial whispers breathe, That seemed but zephyrs to the train beneath.
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What nothing earthly gives, or can destroy, The soul's calm sunshine, and the heart-felt joy, Is virtue's prize.
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Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be, In every work regard the writer's end, Since none can compass more than they intend And if the means be just, the conduct true, Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due.
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The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
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For thee I dim these eye and stuff this head With all such reading as was never read.
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And make each day a critic on the last.
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