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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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All seems infected that th' infected spy, As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.
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Never elated while one man's oppress'd Never dejected while another's blessed.
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Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.
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Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us, and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man A mighty maze! but not without a plan.
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On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Which Jews might kiss and infidels adore.
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Our grandsire, Adam, ere of Eve possesst, Alone, and e'en in Paradise unblest, With mournful looks the blissful scenes survey'd, And wander'd in the solitary shade. The Maker say, took pity, and bestow'd Woman, the last, the best reserv'd of God.
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