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Dogs, ye have had your day!

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Praise undeserved, is satire in disguise.
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Authors are partial to their wit, 'tis true, But are not critics to their judgment, too?
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But blind to former as to future fate, what mortal knows his pre-existent state?
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Learn from the beasts the physic of the field.
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Of fight or fly, This choice is left ye, to resist or die.
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Dear, damned, distracting town, farewell! Thy fools no more I'll tease: This year in peace, ye critics, dwell, Ye harlots, sleep at ease!
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Wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
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True Wit is Nature to advantage dress'd What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd Something whose truth convinced at sight we find, That gives us back the image of our mind. As shades more sweetly recommend the light, So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit.
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Cavil you may, but never criticise.
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For he lives twice who can at once employ, The present well, and e'en the past enjoy.
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Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!
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Love the offender, yet detest the offense.
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When I die, I should be ashamed to leave enough to build me a monument if there were a wanting friend above ground. I would enjoy the pleasure of what I give by giving it alive and seeing another enjoy it.
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Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below?
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How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
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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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Virtuous and vicious every man must be, few in the extreme, but all in the degree.
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Search then the ruling passion: This clue, once found, unravels all the rest.
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When much dispute has past, we find our tenets just the same as last.
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