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The race by vigour, not by vaunts, is won.

Alexander Pope

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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There is nothing that is meritorious but virtue and friendship.
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Ask for what end the heavenly bodies shine, Earth for whose use? Pride answers, 'Tis for mine For me kind nature wakes her genial power, Suckles each herb, and spreads out every flower.
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But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
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Mankind is unamendable.
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Silence! coeval with eternity! thou wert ere Nature's self began to be thine was the sway ere heaven was formed on earth, ere fruitful thought conceived creation's birth.
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When much dispute has past, we find our tenets just the same as last.
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Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.
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A mighty maze! But not without a plan.
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To the Elysian shades dismiss my soul, where no carnation fades.
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All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
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Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are fluttering low: Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go. O never fear, lads, naught's to dread, Look not to left nor right: In all the endless road you tread There's nothing but the night.
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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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Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
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Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.
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Pretty conceptions, fine metaphors, glittering expressions, and something of a neat cast of verse are properly the dress, gems, or loose ornaments of poetry.
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For thee I dim these eye and stuff this head With all such reading as was never read.
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