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Vices and virtues are of a strange nature, for the more we have, the fewer we think we have.

Alexander Pope

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Unblemish'd let me live or die unknown Oh, grant an honest fame, or grant me none!
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chaos of thought and passion, all confus'd.
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