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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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They shift the moving toyshop of their heart.
Alexander Pope
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A little Learning is a dang'rous Thing;Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian Spring:There shallow Draughts intoxicate the Brain,And drinking largely sobers us again.
Alexander Pope
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Such were the notes thy once lov'd poet sung, Till death untimely stopp'd his tuneful tongue.
Alexander Pope
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To be angry, is to revenge the fault of others upon ourselves.
Alexander Pope
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Our passions are like convulsion-fits, which, though they make us stronger for the time, leave us the weaker ever after.
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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Well, if our author in the wife offendsHe has a husband that will make amends;He draws him gentle, tender, and forgiving,And sure such kind good creatures may be living.
Alexander Pope
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Dear, damned, distracting town, farewell! Thy fools no more I'll tease: This year in peace, ye critics, dwell, Ye harlots, sleep at ease!
Alexander Pope
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A person who is too nice an observer of the business of the crowd, like one who is too curious in observing the labour of the bees, will often be stung for his curiosity.
Alexander Pope
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Party is the madness of many, for the gain of a few.
Alexander Pope
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Coffee, which makes the politician wise, And see through all things with his half-shut eyes.
Alexander Pope
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On all the line a sudden vengeance waits, And frequent hearses shall besiege your gates.
Alexander Pope
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Nothing can be more shocking and horrid than one of our kitchens sprinkled with blood, and abounding with the cries of expiring victims, or with the limbs of dead animals scattered or hung up here and there. It gives one the image of a giant's den in a romance, bestrewed with scattered heads and mangled limbs.
Alexander Pope
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Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear.
Alexander Pope
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So unaffected, so compos'd a mind; So firm, yet soft; so strong, yet so retin'd; Heav'n, as its purest gold, by tortures try'd; The saint sustain'd it, but the woman died.
Alexander Pope
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The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the fair head, forever, and forever! Then flashed the living lightning from her eyes, And screams of horror rend th' affrighted skies.
Alexander Pope
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Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide, Or gave his father grief but when he died.
Alexander Pope
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Ignobly vain, and impotently great.
Alexander Pope
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I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another's misfortunes perfectly like a Christian.
Alexander Pope
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Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away!
Alexander Pope
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The stoic husband was the glorious thing.The man had courage, was a sage, 'tis true,And lov'd his country.
Alexander Pope
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The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole Can never be a mouse of any soul.
Alexander Pope
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Is it, in Heav'n, a crime to love too well? To bear too tender, or too firm a heart, To act a lover's or a Roman's part? Is there no bright reversion in the sky, For those who greatly think, or bravely die?
Alexander Pope
