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Know then, unnumber'd Spirits round thee fly, The light Militia of the lower sky.

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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chaos of thought and passion, all confus'd.
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What so pure, which envious tongues will spare? Some wicked wits have libell'd all the fair, With matchless impudence they style a wife, The dear-bought curse, and lawful plague of life A bosom serpent, a domestic evil, A night invasion, and a mid-day devil Let not the wise these sland'rous words regard, But curse the bones of ev'ry living bard.
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So upright Quakers please both man and God.
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Virtue may choose the high or low degree, 'Tis just alike to virtue, and to me Dwell in a monk, or light upon a king, She's still the same belov'd, contented thing.
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Intestine war no more our passions wage, And giddy factions bear away their rage.
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How Instinct varies in the grov'ling swine.
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Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!
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No craving void left aching in the soul.
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Tis strange the miser should his cares employTo gain those riches he can ne'er enjoyIs it less strange the prodigal should wasteHis wealth to purchase what he ne'er can taste?
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Blest paper-credit! last and best supply! That lends corruption lighter wings to fly!
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See! From the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings Short is his joy! He feels the fiery wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.
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Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
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Sometimes virtue starves while vice is fed.
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A family is but too often a commonwealth of malignants.
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Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are fluttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go. O never fear, lads, naught's to dread, Look not to left nor right: In all the endless road you tread There's nothing but the night.
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Jarring interests of themselves create the according music of a well-mixed state.
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Is there a parson much bemused in beer, a maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer, a clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, who pens a stanza when he should engross?
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Oh, blindness to the future! kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by heaven.
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With too much quickness ever to be taught With too much thinking to have common thought.
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