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And you, my Critics! in the chequer'd shade, Admire new light thro' holes yourselves have made.

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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All other goods by fortune's hand are given, A wife is the peculiar gift of Heaven.
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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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Whether the charmer sinner it, or saint it, If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.
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Vices and virtues are of a strange nature, for the more we have, the fewer we think we have.
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Ask you what provocation I have had? The strong antipathy of good to bad.
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Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd, Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd. Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mixed with Gods, his lov'd idea lies: O write it not, my hand - the name appears Already written - wash it out, my tears! In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays, Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeyes.
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