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Then sculpture and her sister arts revived stones leaped to form, and rocks began to live.

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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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Tis from high Life high Characters are drawn A Saint in Crape is twice a Saint in Lawn: A Judge is just, a Chanc'llor juster still A Gownman learn'd a Bishop what you will Wise if a minister but if a King, More wise, more learn'd, more just, more ev'rything.
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Virtue alone is happiness below.
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On wings of wind came flying all abroad.
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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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Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise and rudely great... He hangs between in doubt to act or rest In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast In doubt his mind or body to prefer Born to die, and reasoning but to err.
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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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To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart
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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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There still remains to mortify a wit The many-headed monster of the pit.
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Know, Nature's children all divide her care, The fur that warms a monarch warmed a bear.
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Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow The rest is all but leather and prunello.
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Be thou the first true merit to befriend, his praise is lost who stays till all commend.
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Talk what you will of taste, my friend, you'll find two of a face as soon as of a mind.
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