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And tears are heard within the harp I touch.

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I looked back at the summit of the mountain, which seemed but a cubit high in comparison with the height of human contemplation, were in not too often merged in the corruptions of the earth.
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Comparison Earth Mountain Myself
Virtue is health, vice is sickness.
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Health One Liner Sick Vice Virtue
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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Cure Disgust Mother
Where you are is of no moment, but only what you are doing there. It is not the place that ennobles you, but you the place, and this only by doing that which is great and noble.
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Greatness Moments Noble Place Yourself
Love is the crowning grace of humanity.
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Crown Grace Humanity Love One Liner
Books can warm the heart with friendly words and counsel, entering into a close relationship with us which is articulate and alive.
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Alive Book Friendship Heart Relationship Warm
Rarely do great beauty and great virtue dwell together.
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Greatness Togetherness
How fortune brings to earth the over-sure!
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Earth Fortune
Go, grieving rimes of mine, to that hard stone Whereunder lies my darling, lies my dear, And cry to her to speak from heaven’s sphere.
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Cry Grief Heaven Lying
Great errors seldom originate but with men of great minds.
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Error Men Mind
And tears are heard within the harp I touch.
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Music Myself Tears Touch
Alack our life, so beautiful to see, With how much ease life losest, in a day, What many years with pain and toil amassed!
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Beautiful Life Pain
Life in itself is short enough, but the physicians with their art, know to their amusement, how to make it still shorter.
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Amusement Enough Life Short
And men go about to wonder at the heights of the mountains, and the mighty waves of the sea, and the wide sweep of rivers, and the circuit of the ocean, and the revolution of the stars, but themselves they consider not.
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Height Man Mountain Revolution Stars Wonder
I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.
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Love Memories Sweet
I rejoiced in my progress, mourned my weaknesses, and commiserated the universal instability of human conduct.
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Human Mourn Progress Weakness

And tears are heard within the harp I touch.

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