The man with but one idea in his head is sure to exaggerate that to top-heaviness, and thus he loses his equilibrium.
AARON HILLShun fear, it is the ague of the soul! a passion man created for himself–for sure that cramp of nature could not dwell in the warm realms of glory.
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Shun fear, it is the ague of the soul! a passion man created for himself–for sure that cramp of nature could not dwell in the warm realms of glory.
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Man is the circled oak; woman the ivy.
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Youth is ever apt to judge in haste, and lose the medium in the wild extreme.
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Oh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief’s beneath thy shade.
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Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another’s sorrow.
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Hide not thy tears; weep boldly, and be proud to give the flowing virtue manly way; it is nature’s mark to know an honest heart by.
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The man who pauses on the paths of treason, Halts on a quicksand, the first step engulfs him.
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Customs form us all, our thoughts, our morals, our most fixed beliefs; are consequences of our place of birth.
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Joys, which we do not know, we do not wish.
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Let shining Charity adorn your zeal, The noblest impulse generous minds can feel.
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Trust me–with women worth the being won, The softest lover ever best succeeds.
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Let never man be bold enough to say, Thus, and no farther shall my passion stray: The first crime, past, compels us into more, And guilt grows fate, that was but choice, before.
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Servile doubt argues an impotence of mind, that says we fear because we dare not meet misfortunes.
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There is no merit where there is no trial; and till experience stamps the mark of strength, cowards may pass for heroes, and faith for falsehood.
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When Christ at Cana’s feast by pow’r divine, Inspir’d cold water, with the warmth of wine, See! cry’d they while, in red’ning tide, it gush’d, The bashful stream hath seen its God and blush’d.
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