I am out of humanity’s reach.I must finish my journey alone,Never hear the sweet music of speech;I start at the sound of my own.
WILLIAM COWPERTea – the cups that cheer but not inebriate.
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A heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.
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I will pray, therefore, for blessings on my friends, even though they cease to be so, and upon my enemies, though they continue such.
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The man to solitude accustom’d long, Perceives in everything that lives a tongue; Not animals alone, but shrubs and trees Have speech for him, and understood with ease,
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To impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob God of His honor, and is saying in effect that He has parted with the keys of life and death, and, by giving to a drug the power to heal us, has placed our lives out of His own reach.
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There is in souls a sympathy with sounds: And as the mind is pitch’d the ear is pleased With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch’d within us, and the heart replies.
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Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.
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The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
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Manner is all in all, whate’er is writ,The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.
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Alas! if my best Friend, who laid down His life for me, were to remember all the instances in which I have neglected Him, and to plead them against me in judgment, where should I hide my guilty head in the day of recompense?
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Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
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O Winter, ruler of the inverted year!
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Unless a love of virtue light the flame,
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Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
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Happy the man who sees a God employed in all the good and ills that checker life.
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Blest be the art that can immortalize,–the art that baffles time’s tyrannic claim to quench it.
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He that has seen both sides of fifty has lived to little purpose if he has no other views of the world than he had when he was much younger.
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The only amaranthine flower on earth is virtue; the only lasting treasure, truth.
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In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.
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Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway, We feel it e’en in age, and at our latest day.
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War’s a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
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I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?
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Tea – the cups that cheer but not inebriate.
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Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.
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Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
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Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth.
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Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; Prayer keeps the Christian’s armor bright; And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees.
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