Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth.
WILLIAM COWPERNow stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa around, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn
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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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The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
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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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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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Vice stings us even in our pleasures, but virtue consoles us even in our pains.
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Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.
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Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another’s pain.
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Remorse begets reform.
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Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
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The bird that flutters least is longest on the wing.
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There is mercy in every place. And mercy, encouraging thought gives even affliction a grace and reconciles man to his lot.
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O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
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How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.
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Great offices will have great talents, and God gives to every man the virtue, temper, understanding, taste, that lifts him into life, and lets him fall just in the niche he was ordained to fill.
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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.
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