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A field of glory is a field for all.

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
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Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.
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What dire offence from am'rous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things.
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I was not born for courts and great affairs, but I pay my debts, believe and say my prayers.
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Judges and senates have been bought for gold Esteem and love were never to be sold.
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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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The most positive men are the most credulous, since they most believe themselves, and advise most with their falsest flatterer and worst enemy--their own self-love.
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To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, who never mentions hell to ears polite.
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Why did I write? whose sin to me unknown Dipt me in ink, my parents', or my own? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.
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Health consists with temperance alone.
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Tis all in vain to keep a constant pother About one vice and fall into another.
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Beauty that shocks you, parts that none will trust, Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.
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Search then the ruling passion: This clue, once found, unravels all the rest.
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To what base ends, and by what abject ways, Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise!
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Thus unlamented pass the proud away, The gaze of fools and pageant of a day So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow For others' good, or melt at others' woe.
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Teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.
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In a sadly pleasing strain, let the warbling lute complain.
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Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!
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A tree is a nobler object than a prince in his coronation-robes.
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