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Rise, honest muse! and sing--The man of Ross.

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Who builds a church to G.o.d, and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name.

AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM.

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'Tis with our judgments as our watches; none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.

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And s.n.a.t.c.h a grace beyond the reach of art.

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A little learning is a dangerous thing.

Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring.

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

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True wit is nature to advantage dressed, What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed.

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That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.

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True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance.

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The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

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To err is human: to forgive, divine.

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For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY.

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By strangers honored and by strangers mourned

And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show.

THE RAPE OF THE LOCK.

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On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Which Jews might kiss and infidels adore.

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If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.

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At every word a reputation dies.