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Poets heap virtues, painters gems, at will, And show their zeal, and hide their want of skill.
Alexander Pope
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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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See Christians, Jews, one heavy sabbath keep, And all the western world believe and sleep.
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No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n, Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n But such plain roofs as Piety could raise, And only vocal with the Maker's praise.
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If, presume not to God to scan The proper study of Mankind is Man. Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle state, a being darkly wise, and rudely great.
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Others import yet nobler arts from France, Teach kings to fiddle, and make senates dance.
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Of all affliction taught a lover yet, 'Tis true the hardest science to forget.
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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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The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, and wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
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Is there no bright reversion in the sky, For those who greatly think or bravely die?
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I lose my patience, and I own it too, When works are censur'd, not as bad but new While if our Elders break all reason's laws, These fools demand not pardon but Applause.
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And make each day a critic on the last.
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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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Wine works the heart up, wakes the wit, There is no cure 'gainst age but it
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I would not be like those Authors, who forgive themselves some particular lines for the sake of a whole Poem, and vice versa a whole Poem for the sake of some particular lines. I believe no one qualification is so likely to make a good writer, as the power of rejecting his own thoughts.
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Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
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Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel?
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True wit is nature to advantage dressed What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed.
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Oh, sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise. By mountains pil'd on mountains to the skies? Heav'n still with laughter the vain toil surveys, And buries madmen in the heaps they raise.
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Careless of censure, nor too fond of fame, Still pleased to praise, yet not afraid to blame, Averse alike to flatter or offend, Not free from faults, nor yet too vain to mend.
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Placed on this isthmus of a middle state.
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