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What is fame? a fancied life in others' breath.
Alexander Pope
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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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To pardon those absurdities in ourselves which we cannot suffer in others is neither better nor worse than to be more willing to be fools ourselves than to have others so.
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Pleasures are ever in our hands or eyes And when in act they cease, in prospect rise.
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Consult the genius of the place, that paints as you plant, and as you work.
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All nature's diff'rence keeps all nature's peace.
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A person who is too nice an observer of the business of the crowd, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity.
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As some to Church repair, not for the doctrine, but the music there.
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There still remains to mortify a wit The many-headed monster of the pit.
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Who dare to love their country, and be poor.
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The greatest magnifying glasses in the world are a man's own eyes when they look upon his own person.
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Some have at first for wits, then poets passed, Turned critics next, and proved plain fools at last.
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The enormous faith of many made for one.
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Wine lets no lover unrewarded go.
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True politeness consists in being easy one's self, and in making every one about one as easy as one can.
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On cold December fragrant chaplets blow, And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.
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Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.
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The hog that ploughs not, not obeys thy call, Lives on the labours of this lord of all.
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And binding nature fast in fate, Left free the human will.
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Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare And beauty draws us with a single hair.
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The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleas'd to the last he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
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