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But those who cannot write, and those who can, All rhyme, and scrawl, and scribble, to a man.

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Jarring interests of themselves create the according music of a well-mixed state.
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Fickle Fortune reigns, and, undiscerning, scatters crowns and chains.
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The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the fair head, forever, and forever! Then flashed the living lightning from her eyes, And screams of horror rend th' affrighted skies.
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There still remains to mortify a wit The many-headed monster of the pit.
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I believe no one qualification is so likely to make a good writer, as the power of rejecting his own thoughts.
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Heaven forming each on other to depend, A master, or a servant, or a friend, Bids each on other for assistance call, Till one man's weakness grows the strength of all.
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Die of a rose in aromatic pain.
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Every woman is at heart a rake.
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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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To dazzle let the vain design, To raise the thought and touch the heart, be thine!
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See plastic Nature working to this end, The single atoms each to other tend, Attract, attracted to, the next in place Form'd and impell'd its neighbor to embrace.
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Fondly we think we honor merit then, when we but praise ourselves in other men.
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Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.
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All looks yellow to a jaundiced eye that habitually compares everything to something better. But by changing that habit to comparing everything to something worse, even making it a game, that person can find gratitude, relief and happiness where-ever they go and whatever they experience, guaranteed!
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Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O grave! where is thy victory? O death! where is thy sting?
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A wise physician, skill'd our wounds to heal, is more than armies to the public weal.
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Tis strange the miser should his cares employTo gain those riches he can ne'er enjoyIs it less strange the prodigal should wasteHis wealth to purchase what he ne'er can taste?
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From Nature's chain whatever link you strike, Tenth or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike.
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The man that loves and laughs must sure do well.
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