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I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.

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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow The rest is all but leather and prunello.
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All nature's diff'rence keeps all nature's peace.
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A little learning is a dangerous thing Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.
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The greatest advantage I know of being thought a wit by the world is, that it gives one the greater freedom of playing the fool.
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Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise and rudely great... He hangs between in doubt to act or rest In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast In doubt his mind or body to prefer Born to die, and reasoning but to err.
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There should be, methinks, as little merit in loving a woman for her beauty as in loving a man for his prosperity both being equally subject to change.
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Sometimes virtue starves while vice is fed.
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I have more zeal than wit.
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Wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense!
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The vanity of human life is like a river, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on.
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Persons of genius, and those who are most capable of art, are always most fond of nature: as such are chiefly sensible, that all art consists in the imitation and study of nature.
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The same ambition can destroy or save, and make a patriot as it makes a knave.
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All chance, direction, which thou canst not see
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For forms of government, let fools contest Whate'er is best administered, is best.
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The only time you run out of chances is when you stop taking them
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Then marble, soften'd into life, grew warm.
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Heaven gave to woman the peculiar grace To spin, to weep, and cully human race.
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As some to church repair, Not for the doctrine, but the music there. These equal syllables alone require, Though oft the ear the open vowels tire While expletives their feeble aid do join, And ten low words oft creep in one dull line.
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The good must merit God's peculiar care But who but God can tell us who they are?
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Leave not a foot of verse, a foot of stone, A Page, a Grave, that they can call their own But spread, my sons, your glory thin or thick, On passive paper, or on solid brick.
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