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Some place the bliss in action, some in ease, Those call it pleasure, and contentment these.

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Learn to live well, or fairly make your will You've play'd, and lov'd, and ate, and drank your fill: Walk sober off, before a sprightlier age Comes titt'ring on, and shoves you from the stage.
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Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild In Wit a man Simplicity, a child.
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Genuine religion is not so much a matter of feeling as a matter of principle.
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The same ambition can destroy or save, and make a patriot as it makes a knave.
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Never elated when someone's oppressed, never dejected when another one's blessed.
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Pretty conceptions, fine metaphors, glittering expressions, and something of a neat cast of verse are properly the dress, gems, or loose ornaments of poetry.
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If, presume not to God to scan The proper study of Mankind is Man. Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle state, a being darkly wise, and rudely great.
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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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The villain's censure is extorted praise.
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A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.
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Such as are still observing upon others are like those who are always abroad at other men's houses, reforming everything there while their own runs to ruin.
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She went from opera, park, assembly, play, To morning walks, and prayers three hours a day. To part her time 'twixt reading and bohea, To muse, and spill her solitary tea, Or o'er cold coffee trifle with the spoon, Count the slow clock, and dine exact at noon.
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Wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
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Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.
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The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.
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Our judgments, like our watches, none go just alike, yet each believes his own
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But blind to former as to future fate, what mortal knows his pre-existent state?
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Let sinful bachelors their woes deplore full well they merit all they feel, and more: unaw by precepts, human or divine, like birds and beasts, promiscuously they join.
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Oh, blindness to the future! kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by heaven.
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Fly, dotard, fly! With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.
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