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Leave not a foot of verse, a foot of stone, A Page, a Grave, that they can call their own But spread, my sons, your glory thin or thick, On passive paper, or on solid brick.
Alexander Pope
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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Where grows?--where grows it not? If vain our toil, We ought to blame the culture, not the soil.
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How do we know that we have a right to kill creatures that we are so little above, as dogs, for our curiosity or even for some use to us?
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Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies, And catch the manners living as they rise Laugh where we must, be candid where we can, But vindicate the ways of God to man.
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Therefore they who say our thoughts are not our own because they resemble the Ancients, may as well say our faces are not our own, because they are like our Fathers: And indeed it is very unreasonable, that people should expect us to be Scholars, and yet be angry to find us so.
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Others import yet nobler arts from France, Teach kings to fiddle, and make senates dance.
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All chance, direction, which thou canst not see
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Unthought-of Frailties cheat us in the Wise.
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The doubtful beam long nods from side to side.
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Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
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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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In faith and hope the world will disagree, but all mankind's concern is charity.
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See the wild Waste of all-devouring years! How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears, With nodding arches, broken temples spread! The very Tombs now vanish'd like their dead!
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On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Which Jews might kiss and infidels adore.
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The Muse but serv'd to ease some friend, not wife, / To help me through this long disease, my life.
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Virtue may choose the high or low degree, 'Tis just alike to virtue, and to me Dwell in a monk, or light upon a king, She's still the same belov'd, contented thing.
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The only time you run out of chances is when you stop taking them
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Like bubbles on the sea of matter borne, They rise, they break, and to that sea return.
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It often happens that those are the best people whose characters have been most injured by slanderers: as we usually find that to be the sweetest fruit which the birds have been picking at.
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A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead.
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Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.
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