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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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In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies All quit their sphere and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the bless'd abodes, Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
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Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
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Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.
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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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Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray, With joyous musick wake the dawning day.
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This long disease, my life.
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Some people are commended for a giddy kind of good-humor, which is as much a virtue as drunkenness.
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Many men have been capable of doing a wise thing, more a cunning thing, but very few a generous thing.
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Some to conceit alone their taste confine, And glittering thoughts struck out at ev'ry line Pleas'd with a work where nothing's just or fit One glaring chaos and wild heap of wit.
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Virtue alone is happiness below.
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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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Judges and senates have been bought for gold Esteem and love were never to be sold.
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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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Not to go back is somewhat to advance, and men must walk, at least, before they dance.
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Virtuous and vicious every man must be, few in the extreme, but all in the degree.
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Whatever is, is right.
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A patriot is a fool in ev'ry age.
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Hope springs eternal.
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A youth of frolic, an old age of cards.
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Wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
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