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For critics, as they are birds of prey, have ever a natural inclination to carrion.
Alexander Pope
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Alexander Pope
Age: 56 †
Born: 1688
Born: May 21
Died: 1744
Died: May 30
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Where's the man who counsel can bestow, still pleased to teach, and yet not proud to know.
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Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
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The lot of man - to suffer and to die.
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Pretty conceptions, fine metaphors, glittering expressions, and something of a neat cast of verse are properly the dress, gems, or loose ornaments of poetry.
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On wings of wind came flying all abroad.
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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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Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend.
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There is nothing wanting to make all rational and disinterested people in the world of one religion, but that they should talk together every day.
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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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Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land? All fear, none aid you, and few understand.
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When to the Permanent is sacrificed the Mutable, the prize is thine: the drop returneth whence it came. The Open Path leads to the changeless change - Non-Being, the glorious state of Absoluteness, the Bliss past human thought.
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Fix'd like a plant on his peculiar spot, To draw nutrition, propagate and rot.
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Placed on this isthmus of a middle state.
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Who are next to knaves? Those that converse with them.
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Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!
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Authors are partial to their wit, 'tis true, But are not critics to their judgment, too?
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A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.
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Soft o'er the shrouds aerial whispers breathe, That seemed but zephyrs to the train beneath.
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Presumptuous Man! the reason wouldst thou find,Why form'd so weak, so little, and so blind?First, if thou canst, the harder reason guess,Why form'd no weaker, blinder, and no less!Ask of thy mother earth, why oaks are madeTaller or stronger than the weeds they shade?Or ask of yonder argent fields above,Why Jove's Satellites are less than Jove?
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Of all affliction taught a lover yet, 'Tis true the hardest science to forget.
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