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Some to conceit alone their taste confine, And glittering thoughts struck out at ev'ry line Pleas'd with a work where nothing's just or fit One glaring chaos and wild heap of wit.

Alexander Pope

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Offend her, and she knows not to forgive Oblige her, and she'll hate you while you live.
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The way of the Creative works through change and transformation, so that each thing receives its true nature and destiny and comes into permanent accord with the Great Harmony: this is what furthers and what perseveres.
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What so pure, which envious tongues will spare? Some wicked wits have libell'd all the fair, With matchless impudence they style a wife, The dear-bought curse, and lawful plague of life A bosom serpent, a domestic evil, A night invasion, and a mid-day devil Let not the wise these sland'rous words regard, But curse the bones of ev'ry living bard.
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Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.
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Whatever is, is right.
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And make each day a critic on the last.
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Health consists with temperance alone.
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Praise undeserved, is satire in disguise.
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But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
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There is a certain majesty in simplicity which is far above all the quaintness of wit.
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A king may be a tool, a thing of straw but if he serves to frighten our enemies, and secure our property, it is well enough a scarecrow is a thing of straw, but it protects the corn.
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Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.
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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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By flatterers besieged And so obliging that he ne'er obliged.
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The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.
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