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The pearl on my beloved’s neck, Afflicted sore the oyster!

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Trees bend low with ripened fruit; clouds hang down with gentle rain; noble people bow graciously. This is the way of generous things.
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Clouds People Rain
Knowledge is wonderful and truth serene But man in their service bleeds.
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Knowledge Men Wonderful
The moth unwitting rushes on the fire, Through ignorance the fish devours the bait, We men know well the foes that lie in wait, Yet cannot shun the meshes of desire.
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Ignorance Lying Men
Trees loaded with fruit are bent down; the clouds when charged with fresh rain hang down near the earth: even so good men are not uplifted through prosperity. Such is the natural character of the liberal.
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Character Men Rain
I’ve wandered over many lands, and reaped withal no fruit, I’ve laid my pride of rank aside, and pressed my baffled suit, At stranger boards, like shameless crow, I’ve eaten bitter bread, But fierce Desire, that raging fire, still clamours to be fed.
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Fire Land Pride
Idleness is a great enemy to mankind. There is no friend like energy, for, if you cultivate that, it will never fail.
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Enemy Energy Friends No
I have not wasted life, but life hath wasted me.
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Life Wasted Life
Fate’s sentence written on the brow no hand can e’er efface.
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Fate Hands
What is the most profitable? Fellowship with the good. What is the worst thing in the world? The society of evil men. What is the greatest loss? Failure in ones duty.
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Happiness Hero Peace
A good man may fall, but he falls like a ball [and rebounds]; the ignoble man falls like a lump of clay.
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Fall Good Man Men
Neither rings, bright chains, nor bracelets, perfumes, flowers, nor well-trimmed hair, Grace a man like polished language, th’ only jewel he should wear.
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Flower Hair Men
The pearl on my beloved’s neck, Afflicted sore the oyster!
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Oysters Pearls Sacrifice
Kindness can turn the bad man’s heart, and fools convert to wise, Make poison into nectar-juice, and friends of enemies.
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Heart Kindness Wise
Man is but a beast without it: such a glorious god is Learning.
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Beast Learning Men
The constant man loses not his virtue in misfortune. A torch may point towards the ground, but its flame will still point upwards.
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Flames Men Torch
There is no medicine to cure a fool!
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Cures Fool Medicine

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