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Pleasures are ever in our hands or eyes And when in act they cease, in prospect rise.

Alexander Pope

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Tis all in vain to keep a constant pother About one vice and fall into another.
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Still follow sense, of ev'ry art the soul, Parts answering parts shall slide into a whole.
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Party-spirit at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.
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The heart resolves this matter in a trice, Men only feel the smart, but not the vice.
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Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.
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The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleas'd to the last he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
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One self-approving hour whole years outweighs.
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Pleasure, or wrong or rightly understood, Our greatest evil, or our greatest good.
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Woman's at best a contradiction still.
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Interspersed in lawn and opening glades, Thin trees arise that shun each others' shades.
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Nor Fame I slight, nor her favors call.
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Sleep and death, two twins of winged race, Of matchless swiftness, but of silent pace.
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False happiness is like false money it passes for a time as well as the true, and serves some ordinary occasions but when it is brought to the touch, we find the lightness and alloy, and feel the loss.
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Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgement, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is PRIDE, the never-failing vice of fools.
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Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven.
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The same ambition can destroy or save, and make a patriot as it makes a knave.
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You purchase pain with all that joy can give and die of nothing but a rage to live.
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Envy will merit as its shade pursue, But like a shadow, proves the substance true.
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But would you sing, and rival Orpheus' strain. The wond'ring forests soon should dance again The moving mountains hear the powerful call. And headlong streams hand listening in their fall!
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