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The villain's censure is extorted praise.

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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From Nature's chain whatever link you strike, Tenth or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike.
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So perish all who do the like again.
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Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd, Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd. Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mixed with Gods, his lov'd idea lies: O write it not, my hand - the name appears Already written - wash it out, my tears! In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays, Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeyes.
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Like following life through creatures you dissect, You lose it in the moment you detect.
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Know then this truth, enough for man to know virtue alone is happiness below.
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Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
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There is a certain majesty in simplicity which is far above all the quaintness of wit.
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You beat your Pate, and fancy Wit will come: Knock as you please, there's no body at home.
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The ruling passion, be it what it will. The ruling passion conquers reason still.
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Learn to live well, or fairly make your will You've play'd, and lov'd, and ate, and drank your fill: Walk sober off, before a sprightlier age Comes titt'ring on, and shoves you from the stage.
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What woeful stuff this madrigal would be, In some starved hackney sonneteer, or me! But let a lord once own the happy lines, How the wit brightens! how the style refines!
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A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.
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Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.
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The people's voice is odd, It is, and it is not, the voice of God.
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Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
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Our passions are like convulsion fits, which, though they make us stronger for a time, leave us the weaker ever after.
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Index-learning turns no student pale, Yet holds the eel of Science by the tail. Index-learning is a term used to mock pretenders who acquire superficial knowledge merely by consulting indexes.
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Dear, damned, distracting town, farewell! Thy fools no more I'll tease: This year in peace, ye critics, dwell, Ye harlots, sleep at ease!
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How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
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