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Where there are many beauties in a poem I shall not cavil at a few faults proceeding either from negligence or from the imperfection of our nature.

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The envious pine at others’ success; no greater punishment than envy was devised by Sicilian tyrants.
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Envy Punishment Tyrant
Scribblers are a self-conceited and self-worshipping race.
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Conceited Race Self
Anger is brief madness
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Anger Brief Madness
Pale death, with impartial step, knocks at the hut of the poor and the towers of kings. [Lat., Pallida mors aequo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas Regumque turres.]
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Death King Tower
With you I should love to live, with you be ready to die.
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Love Ready Sweet
What prevents a man’s speaking good sense with a smile on his face?
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Face Good Men Sense
Rule your mind or it will rule you.
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Inspirational Life Motivational
The good hate sin because they love virtue. [Lat., Oderunt peccare boni virtutis amore.]
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Hate Sin Virtue
The short span of life forbids us to spin out hope to any length. Soon will night be upon you, and the fabled Shades, and the shadowy Plutonian home.
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Home Life Night
Flames too soon acquire strength if disregarded.
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Acquire Flames Strength
People hiss at me, but I applaud myself in my own house, and at the same time contemplate the money in my chest.
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Country House People
How slight and insignificant is the thing which casts down or restores a mind greedy for praise.
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Greedy Mind Praise
Who prates of war or want after his wine? [Lat., Quis post vina gravem militiam aut pauperiem crepat?]
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Gravem Need War Wine
What we learn only through the ears makes less impression upon our minds than what is presented to the trustworthy eye.
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Eye Mind Trust
Take as a gift whatever the day brings forth.
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Emotion Forth Future Thankful
Sad people dislike the happy, and the happy the sad; the quick thinking the sedate, and the careless the busy and industrious.
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Depress People Think

Where there are many beauties in a poem I shall not cavil at a few faults proceeding either from negligence or from the imperfection of our nature.

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