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Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.
Alexander Pope
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For he lives twice who can at once employ The present well, and e'en the past enjoy.
Alexander Pope
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At every word a reputation dies.
Alexander Pope
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Thou Great First Cause, least understood Who all my sense confined To know but this, that Thou art good And that myself am blind.
Alexander Pope
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Father of all! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!
Alexander Pope
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Therefore they who say our thoughts are not our own because they resemble the Ancients, may as well say our faces are not our own, because they are like our Fathers: And indeed it is very unreasonable, that people should expect us to be Scholars, and yet be angry to find us so.
Alexander Pope
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For, as blushing will sometimes make a whore pass for a virtuous woman, so modesty may make a fool seem a man of sense.
Alexander Pope
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Some people will never learn anything, for this reason, because they understand everything too soon.
Alexander Pope
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Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying!
Alexander Pope
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The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, And wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
Alexander Pope
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Let spades be trumps! she said, and trumps they were.
Alexander Pope
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It is with narrow-souled people as with narrow necked bottles: the less they have in them, the more noise they make in pouring it out.
Alexander Pope
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The world recedes; it disappears! Heav'n opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring! Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O grave! where is thy victory? O death! where is thy sting?
Alexander Pope
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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.
Alexander Pope
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Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
Alexander Pope
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Not louder shrieks to pitying heav'n are cast, When husbands, or when lapdogs, breathe their last.
Alexander Pope
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The flying Rumours gather'd as they roll'd, Scarce any Tale was sooner heard than told; And all who told it, added something new, And all who heard it, made Enlargements too, In ev'ry Ear it spread, on ev'ry Tongue it grew.
Alexander Pope
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To endeavour to work upon the vulgar with fine sense, is like attempting to hew blocks with a razor.
Alexander Pope
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There, take (says Justice), take ye each a shell: We thrive at Westminster on fools like you; 'T was a fat oyster,-live in peace,-adieu.
Alexander Pope
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Sir Plume, of amber snuff-box justly vain, And the nice conduct of a clouded cane.
Alexander Pope
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Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd, But as the world, harmoniously confus'd, Where order in variety we see, And where, though all things differ, all agree.
Alexander Pope
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What dire offence from amorous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things!
Alexander Pope
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The garlands fade, the vows are worn away; So dies her love, and so my hopes decay.
Alexander Pope
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Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild; In Wit, a Man; Simplicity, a Child.
Alexander Pope
