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Whate'er the passion, knowledge, fame, or pelf, Not one will change his neighbor with himself.
Alexander Pope
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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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From the moment one sets up for an author, one must be treated as ceremoniously, that is as unfaithfully, as a king's favorite or a king.
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Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain Here earth and water seem to strive again, Not chaos-like together crushed and bruised, But, as the world, harmoniously confused: Where order in variety we see, And where, though all things differ, all agree.
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Hope humbly then with trembling pinions soar Wait the great teacher, Death, and God adore What future bliss He gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now.
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Is there a parson much bemused in beer, a maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer, a clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, who pens a stanza when he should engross?
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As some to Church repair, not for the doctrine, but the music there.
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But thousands die without or this or that, Die, and endow a college or a cat.
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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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Know, Nature's children all divide her care, The fur that warms a monarch warmed a bear.
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Let fortune do her worst, whatever she makes us lose, so long as she never makes us lose our honesty and our independence.
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When I die, I should be ashamed to leave enough to build me a monument if there were a wanting friend above ground. I would enjoy the pleasure of what I give by giving it alive and seeing another enjoy it.
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Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.
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Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be, In every work regard the writer's end, Since none can compass more than they intend And if the means be just, the conduct true, Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due.
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Whether the darken'd room to muse invite, Or whiten'd wall provoke the skew'r to write In durance, exile, Bedlam, or the Mint, Like Lee or Budgel I will rhyme and print.
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Vice is a monster of so frightful mien As to be hated needs but to be seen Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
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A naked lover bound and bleeding lies!
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There is a certain majesty in simplicity which is far above all the quaintness of wit.
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That virtue only makes our bliss below, And all our knowledge is ourselves to know.
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To the Elysian shades dismiss my soul, where no carnation fades.
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Every professional was once an amateur.
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Oh! if to dance all night, and dress all day, Charm'd the small-pox, or chas'd old age away . . . . To patch, nay ogle, might become a saint, Nor could it sure be such a sin to paint.
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