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• In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half hung.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Moral Essays, Epistle iii, Line 299...
• Rise, honest muse! and sing The Man of Ross.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Moral Essays, Epistle iii, Line 250...
• Ye little stars! hide your diminish'd rays.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Moral Essays, Epistle iii, Line 282...
• Blest paper-credit! last and best supply! That lends corruption lighter wings to fly.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Moral Essays, Epistle iii, Line 39...
• Extremes in Nature equal good produce; Extremes in man concur to general use.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Moral Essays, Epistle iii, Line 161...
• The ruling passion, be it what it will, The ruling passion conquers reason still.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Moral Essays, Epistle iii, Line 153...
• Where London's column, pointing at the skies, Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Moral Essays, Epistle iii, Line 339...
• Who builds a church to God and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Moral Essays, Epistle iii, Line 285...
• And mistress of herself though china fall.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Moral Essays, Epistle ii, Line 268...