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From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.

Thomas Moore

Oh! blame not the bard.
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Blame One Liner
Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.
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Heaven Humility Shoot Virtue
It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.
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Happiness Luxury Tears
What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.
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Friendship Love Rose Wine Youth
Disguise our bondage as we will, ‘Tis woman, woman, rules us still.
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Bondage Ourselves Rule Woman
This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.
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Brain Drive Heaven Myself Reason
Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
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Heaven Sea Tranquility
A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.
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Friendship Love Steady Warm
No, there’s nothing half so sweet in life as love’s young dream.
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Dreams Life Young
Ask a woman’s advice, and whatever she advises, Do the very reverse and you’re sure to be wise.
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Advice Herself Woman
From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.
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Delicious Light Plant Roam Sun Wake Up
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
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Anguish Hard Time Healing Heart Heaven Inspirational Wound
A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a roue to retire upon.
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Pretty Retirement Wife
Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.
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Day Light Memories Myself
While mantling on the maiden’s cheek Young roses kindled into thought.
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Rose Thinking Young
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch’d by the thorns.
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Awake Heart Thorn Touch

From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.

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