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Grave was the man in years, in looks, in word, his locks were grey, yet was his courage green.

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Horror itself in that fair scene looks gay, And joy springs up e’en in the midst of fear.
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Fear Horror Joy Spring
None merits the name of Creator but God and the poet.
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God Name Poet
He, full of bashfulness and truth, loved much, hoped little, and desired naught.
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Desire Himself Hope Love Truth
Not for no cold did freeze, Nor any cloud beguile Th’eternal flowering spring
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Cold Flower Forever
Fortune rarely accompanies anyone to the door.
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Fortune Rare Togetherness
Virtue’s guard is labor; ease, her sleep.
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Guard Herself Sleep Virtue
Then amongst flowers and springs, Making delightful sport, Sat lovers without conflict, without flame
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Delight Flame Flower
A fool is he that comes to preach or prate, When men with swords their right and wrong debate.
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Debate Fools Preach Right Wrong
Love is when you don’t have to be with another person to touch their heart!
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Heart Love Relationship Touch Yourself
As shaking terrors from his blazing hair, a sanguine comet gleams through dusky air.
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Shake Terror
Any time not spent on love is wasted.
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Love Time Wasted Time
For when last need to desperation driveth, Who dareth most he wiseth counsel giveth.
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Counseling Need Wisdom
Perhaps if only once you did enjoy The thousandth part of all the happiness A heart beloved enjoys, returning love, Repentant, you would surely sighing say, “All time is truly lost and gone Which is not spent in serving love.”
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Enjoyment Happiness Love Service Time
A friend giveth sympathy in trouble.
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Friendship Sympathy Trouble
Women have tongues of craft, and hearts of guile, They will, they will not; fools that on them trust; For in their speech is death, hell in their smile.
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Craft Death Heart Smile Women
The day of fortune is like a harvest day, We must be busy when the corn is ripe.
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Corn Day Fortune Harvest

Grave was the man in years, in looks, in word, his locks were grey, yet was his courage green.

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