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Of fight or fly, This choice is left ye, to resist or die.

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Great oaks grow from little acorns. He has a green thumb. He has green fingers. He's sowing his wild oats. Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand.
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An excuse is worse and more terrible than a lie for an excuse is a lie guarded.
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With ev'ry pleasing, ev'ry prudent part, Say, what can Chloe want?-She wants a heart.
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Who combats bravely is not therefore brave, He dreads a death-bed like the meanest slave: Who reasons wisely is not therefore wise,- His pride in reasoning, not in acting lies.
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What Tully said of war may be applied to disputing: It should be always so managed as to remember that the only true end of it is peace. But generally true disputants are like true sportsmen,--their whole delight is in the pursuit and the disputant no more cares for the truth than the sportsman for the hare.
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No writing is good that does not tend to better mankind in some way or other.
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She went from opera, park, assembly, play, To morning walks, and prayers three hours a day. To part her time 'twixt reading and bohea, To muse, and spill her solitary tea, Or o'er cold coffee trifle with the spoon, Count the slow clock, and dine exact at noon.
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On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but passion is the gale Nor God alone in the still calm we find, He mounts the storm, and walks upon the wind.
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The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole Can never be a mouse of any soul.
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Some people are commended for a giddy kind of good-humor, which is as much a virtue as drunkenness.
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And soften'd sounds along the waters die: Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play.
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Go, wiser thou! and in thy scale of sense weigh thy opinion against Providence.
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Oh! blest with temper, whose unclouded ray Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day.
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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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Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid.
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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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But those who cannot write, and those who can, All rhyme, and scrawl, and scribble, to a man.
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First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchanged, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of art.
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A gen'rous heart repairs a sland'rous tongue.
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Virtue, I grant you, is an empty boast But shall the dignity of vice be lost?
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