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To endeavor to work upon the vulgar with fine sense is like attemp

To endeavor to work upon the vulgar with fine sense is like attempting to hew blocks with a razor. – Alexander Pope

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You purchase pain with all that joy can give, and die of nothing but a rage to live. – Alexander Pope

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Hmmm
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Alexander Pope
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Our rural ancestors, with little blest,
Patient of labour when the end was rest,
Indulged the day that housed their annual grain,
With feasts, and offrings, and a thankful strain. – Alexander Pope

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thanksgiving
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Profanity, Swearing, Vulgarity
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Here is the piece. If you cant say fornicate can you say copulate or if not that can you say co-habit? If not that would have to say consummate I suppose. Use your own good taste and judgment. – Ernest Hemingway

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Profanity, Swearing, Vulgarity

Ethelberta breathed a sort of exclamation, not right out, but stealthily, like a parsons damn. – Thomas Hardy

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Profanity, Swearing, Vulgarity

It is an immense loss to have all robust and sustaining expletives refined away from one! At. moments of trial refinement is a feeble reed to lean upon. – Alice James

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Profanity, Swearing, Vulgarity

Obscenity is a moral concept in the verbal arsenal of the establishment, which abuses the term by applying it, not to expressions of its own morality but to those of another. – Herbert Marcuse

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Profanity, Swearing, Vulgarity

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