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To swear is neither brave, polite, nor wise.

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchanged, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of art.
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In the nice bee, what sense so subtly true From pois'nous herbs extracts the healing dew?
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Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below?
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Chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage, But wise through time, and narrative with age, In summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice - A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice.
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Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
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The dull flat falsehood serves for policy, and in the cunning, truth's itself a lie.
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Silence! coeval with eternity! thou wert ere Nature's self began to be thine was the sway ere heaven was formed on earth, ere fruitful thought conceived creation's birth.
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Virtue may choose the high or low degree, 'Tis just alike to virtue, and to me Dwell in a monk, or light upon a king, She's still the same belov'd, contented thing.
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Satire or sense, alas! Can Sporus feel? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?
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Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O grave! where is thy victory? O death! where is thy sting?
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For forms of faith let graceless zealots fight his can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
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Oh! blest with temper, whose unclouded ray Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day.
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Find, if you can, in what you cannot change. Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, Tenets with books, and principles with times.
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Is not absence death to those who love?
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In adamantine chains shall Death be bound, And Hell's grim tyrant feel th' eternal wound.
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To Him no high, no low, no great, no small He fills, He bounds, connects and equals all!
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See plastic Nature working to this end, The single atoms each to other tend, Attract, attracted to, the next in place Form'd and impell'd its neighbor to embrace.
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Be thou the first true merit to befriend, his praise is lost who stays till all commend.
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Give me again my hollow tree A crust of bread, and liberty!
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