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All seems infected that th' infected spy, As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Like Cato, give his little senate laws, and sit attentive to his own applause.
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I believe no one qualification is so likely to make a good writer, as the power of rejecting his own thoughts.
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True disputants are like true sportsmen: their whole delight is in the pursuit.
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But see, Orion sheds unwholesome dews Arise, the pines a noxious shade diffuse Sharp Boreas blows, and nature feels decay, Time conquers all, and we must time obey.
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Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.
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At length corruption, like a general flood (So long by watchful ministers withstood), Shall deluge all and avarice, creeping on, Spread like a low-born mist, and blot the sun.
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Chaos of thought and passion, all confused Still by himself abused or disabused Created half to rise, and half to fall Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled,- The glory, jest, and riddle of the world.
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There still remains to mortify a wit The many-headed monster of the pit.
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Did some more sober critics come abroad? If wrong, I smil'd if right, I kiss'd the rod.
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Most authors steal their works, or buy.
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The villain's censure is extorted praise.
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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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Consult the genius of the place, that paints as you plant, and as you work.
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The finest minds, like the finest metals, dissolve the easiest.
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