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The hog that ploughs not, not obeys thy call, Lives on the labours of this lord of all.

Alexander Pope

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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In a sadly pleasing strain, let the warbling lute complain.
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Dulness! whose good old cause I yet defend, With whom my muse began, with who shall end.
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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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No louder shrieks to pitying heaven are cast, When husbands or lap-dogs breathe their last.
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Here am I, dying of a hundred good symptoms.
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Virtue, I grant you, is an empty boast But shall the dignity of vice be lost?
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