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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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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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As some to church repair, Not for the doctrine, but the music there. These equal syllables alone require, Though oft the ear the open vowels tire While expletives their feeble aid do join, And ten low words oft creep in one dull line.
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Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies, And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.
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In a sadly pleasing strain, let the warbling lute complain.
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Is it, in heav'n, a crime to love too well?
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Nay, fly to altars there they'll talk you dead For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
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Reason, however able, cool at best, Cares not for service, or but serves when prest, Stays till we call, and then not often near.
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Beauty that shocks you, parts that none will trust, Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.
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