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Expression is the dress of thought.
Alexander Pope
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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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While man exclaims, See all things for my use! See man for mine! replies a pamper'd goose.
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Envy, to which th' ignoble mind's a slave, Is emulation in the learn'd or brave.
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I find myself hoping a total end of all the unhappy divisions of mankind by party-spirit, which at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.
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The grave unites where e'en the great find rest, And blended lie th' oppressor and th' oppressed!
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A fly, a grape-stone, or a hair can kill.
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Nothing is more certain than much of the force as well as grace, of arguments or instructions depends their conciseness.
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I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
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Say, will the falcon, stooping from above, Smit with her varying plumage, spare the dove? Admires the jay the insect's gilded wings? Or hears the hawk when Philomela sings?
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Love, Hope, and Joy, fair pleasure's smiling train, Hate, Fear, and Grief, the family of pain, These mix'd with art, and to due bounds confin'd Make and maintain the balance of the mind.
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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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Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.
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Who dies in youth and vigour, dies the best.
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A long, exact, and serious comedy In every scene some moral let it teach, And, if it can, at once both please and preach.
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Know then, unnumber'd Spirits round thee fly, The light Militia of the lower sky.
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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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Die of a rose in aromatic pain.
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Whoe'er he be That tells my faults, I hate him mortally.
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Who shall decide when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?
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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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Presumptuous Man! the reason wouldst thou find,Why form'd so weak, so little, and so blind?First, if thou canst, the harder reason guess,Why form'd no weaker, blinder, and no less!Ask of thy mother earth, why oaks are madeTaller or stronger than the weeds they shade?Or ask of yonder argent fields above,Why Jove's Satellites are less than Jove?
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