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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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Sleep and death, two twins of winged race, Of matchless swiftness, but of silent pace.
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Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.
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From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
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What's fame? a fancy'd life in other's breath. A thing beyond us, even before our death.
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Authors, like coins, grow dear as they grow old.
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Fool, 'tis in vain from wit to wit to roam: Know, sense, like charity, begins at home.
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Expression is the dress of thought, and still Appears more decent as more suitable A vile conceit in pompous words express'd, Is like a clown in regal purple dress'd.
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Nay, fly to altars there they'll talk you dead For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
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chaos of thought and passion, all confus'd.
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In death a hero, as in life a friend!
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Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
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