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Alexander Pope (21 May 1688 – 30 May 1744) was an 18th-century English poet. He is best known for his satirical verse, his translation of Homer and for his use of the heroic couplet. He is the second-most frequently quoted writer in The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations after Shakespeare.

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Cursed be the verse, how well so e'er it flow, That tends to make one worthy man my foe.

Cursed, Flow, Friendship, Men, Tends

Die of a rose in aromatic pain.

Die, Dies, Pain, Rose

In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the bless'd abodes, Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

Angel, Angels, Error, Lying, Pride, Sphere

There is a majesty in simplicity.

Majesty, Simplicity

Light quirks of music, broken and uneven,Make the soul dance upon a jig to Heav'n.

Dance, Jig, Light, Music, Soul

But blind to former as to future fate, what mortal knows his pre-existent state?

Blind, Destiny, Fate, Knows, Mortal

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.

Feet, Page, Paper, Son, Spread, Stone

And die of nothing but a rage to live.

Death, Die, Nothing, Pain, Rage

The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.

Boil, Cooking, Egg, Eggs, Roast, Vulgar

That character in conversation which commonly passes for agreeable is made up of civility and falsehood.

Character, Civility, Commonly, Falsehood, Hypocrisy, Passes

Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.

Pole, Sigh, Soul, Speed, Waft

And each blasphemer quite escape the rod, Because the insult's not on man, but God?

Blasphemer, Escape, God, Insult, Men, Swearing

A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead.

Brain, Feathers, Heart, Lead, Sarcastic

At ev'ry word a reputation dies.

Dies, Reputation, Word

To what base ends, and by what abject ways, Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise!

Abject, Lust, Sacred, Way

A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.

Drink, Education, Learning, Pierian, Spring, Thing

Wretches hang that jurymen may dine.

Dine, Jurymen, Law, May, Wretches

Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.

Alps, Arise, Hills, Peep

To the Elysian shades dismiss my soul, where no carnation fades.

Dismiss, Fades, Paradise, Shade, Shades, Soul

How vast a memory has Love!

Life, Love, Memories, Memory, Vast

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