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In a sadly pleasing strain, let the warbling lute complain.

Alexander Pope

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.
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That each from other differs, first confess next that he varies from himself no less.
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Oh! if to dance all night, and dress all day, Charm'd the small-pox, or chas'd old age away . . . . To patch, nay ogle, might become a saint, Nor could it sure be such a sin to paint.
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Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.
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Still follow sense, of ev'ry art the soul, Parts answering parts shall slide into a whole.
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I as little fear that God will damn a man that has charity, as I hope that the priests can save one who has not.
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Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!
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