Alexander Pope

Alexander Pope

English poet
21 May 1688 — 30 May 1744

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We may see the small Value God has for Riches, by the People he gives them to.

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Words are like leaves; and where they most abound,
Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.

All looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.

How happy is the blameless Vestal`s lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray`r accepted, and each wish resign`d.

Nature and nature's laws lay hid in night;
God said 'Let Newton be' and all was light.


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