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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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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Heaven breathes thro' ev'ry member of the whole One common blessing, as one common soul.
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Education forms the common mind. Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.
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For what I have publish'd, I can only hope to be pardon'd but for what I have burned, I deserve to be prais'd.
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Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.
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Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below?
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Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend.
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At length corruption, like a general flood (So long by watchful ministers withstood), Shall deluge all and avarice, creeping on, Spread like a low-born mist, and blot the sun.
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Heaven gave to woman the peculiar grace To spin, to weep, and cully human race.
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