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At Every Word A Reputation Dies.
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At every word a reputation dies.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
-- The Rape of the Lock, Canto iii, Line 16
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The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, And wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
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The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the fair head, forever, and forever!
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And all Arabia breathes from yonder box.
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Coffee, which makes the politician wise, And see through all things with his half-shut eyes.
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Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take--and sometimes tea.
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Sir Plume, of amber snuff-box justly vain, And the nice conduct of a clouded cane.
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Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare, And beauty draws us with a single hair.
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On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore.
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