Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
JOHN DRYDENThus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.
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Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.
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Faith is to believe what you do not yet see: the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
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Love is love’s reward.
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Tis a good thing to laugh at any rate; and if a straw can tickle a man, it is an instrument of happiness.
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For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
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Long pains, with use of bearing, are half eased.
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Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
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Beware of the fury of the patient man.
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He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
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At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.
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Repentance is but want of power to sin.
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Affability, mildness, tenderness, and a word which I would fain bring back to its original signification of virtue,–I mean good-nature,–are of daily use; they are the bread of mankind and staff of life.
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We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.
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Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
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