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Where grows?--where grows it not? If vain our toil, We ought to blame the culture, not the soil.

Alexander Pope

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust, Yet cry, if man's unhappy, God's unjust.
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At present we can only reason of the divine justice from what we know of justice in man. When we are in other scenes, we may have truer and nobler ideas of it but while we are in this life, we can only speak from the volume that is laid open before us.
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One self-approving hour whole years outweighs.
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Pleas'd look forward, pleas'd to look behind,And count each birthday with a grateful mind.
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Chaos of thought and passion, all confused Still by himself abused or disabused Created half to rise, and half to fall Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled,- The glory, jest, and riddle of the world.
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Our plenteous streams a various race supply, The bright-eyed perch with fins of Tyrian dye, The silver eel, in shining volumes roll'd, The yellow carp, in scales bedropp'd with gold, Swift trouts, diversified with crimson stains, And pikes, the tyrants of the wat'ry plains.
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Nothing is more certain than much of the force as well as grace, of arguments or instructions depends their conciseness.
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Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words,-health, peace, and competence.
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All seems infected that th' infected spy, As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.
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While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.
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Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.
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The lights and shades, whose well-accorded strife gives all the strength and color of our life.
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Oh! if to dance all night, and dress all day, Charm'd the small-pox, or chas'd old age away . . . . To patch, nay ogle, might become a saint, Nor could it sure be such a sin to paint.
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All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see All discord, harmony not understood All partial evil, universal good.
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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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But touch me, and no minister so sore. Whoe'er offends, at some unlucky time Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme, Sacred to ridicule his whole life long, And the sad burthen of some merry song.
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Order is Heaven's first law and this confessed, some are, and must be, greater than the rest, more rich, more wise but who infers from hence that such are happier, shocks all common sense. Condition, circumstance, is not the thing bliss is the same in subject or in king.
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Grave authors say, and witty poets sing, That honest wedlock is a glorious thing.
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Our business in the field of fight, Is not to question, but to prove our might.
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These riches are possess'd, but not enjoy'd!
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