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The flower's are gone when the Fruits appear to ripen.

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Of all affliction taught a lover yet, 'Tis true the hardest science to forget.
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Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild In Wit a man Simplicity, a child.
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Love, Hope, and Joy, fair pleasure's smiling train, Hate, Fear, and Grief, the family of pain, These mix'd with art, and to due bounds confin'd Make and maintain the balance of the mind.
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Nature made every fop to plague his brother, Just as one beauty mortifies another.
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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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Age and want sit smiling at the gate.
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Chaste to her husband, frank to all beside, A teeming mistress, but a barren bride.
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Hope springs eternal.
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The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read With loads of learned lumber in his head.
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