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Oh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief’s beneath thy shade.

Aaron Hill

Art, however innocent, looks like deceiving.
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Art Deceiving Innocent Look
Deceit is the false road to happiness; and all the joys we travel through to vice, like fairy banquets, vanish when we touch them.
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Deceit Deception False Happiness Joy Road Touch Vice
The man who pauses on the paths of treason, Halts on a quicksand, the first step engulfs him.
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First Man Path Pause Step Treason
Customs form us all, our thoughts, our morals, our most fixed beliefs; are consequences of our place of birth.
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Belief Birth Consequence Moral Place
Hide not thy tears; weep boldly, and be proud to give the flowing virtue manly way; it is nature’s mark to know an honest heart by.
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Flowing Giving Heart Nature Proud Tear Virtue
Law that shocks equity is reason’s murderer.
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Equity Law Murderer Reason Shock
O marriage! marriage! what a curse is thine, Where hands alone consent and hearts abhor.
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Alone Curse Hand Heart Marriage Matrimony Thine
Let shining Charity adorn your zeal, The noblest impulse generous minds can feel.
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Adorn Charity Feel Mind Shining Zeal
First, then, a woman will, or won’t, – depend on’t; If she will do’t, she will; and there’s an end on’t. But, if she won’t, since safe and sound your trust is, Fear is affront: and jealousy injustice.
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Depend Safe Sound Will Wisdom Wise Woman
Mischief and malice grow on the same branch of the tree of evil.
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Branche Evil Grow Malice Tree
There is no merit where there is no trial; and till experience stamps the mark of strength, cowards may pass for heroes, and faith for falsehood.
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Coward Experience Hero Merit Pass Strength Trial
Man is the circled oak; woman the ivy.
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Circle Ivy Man Men Oak Woman
Joys, which we do not know, we do not wish.
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Joy Know Wish
When Christ at Cana’s feast by pow’r divine, Inspir’d cold water, with the warmth of wine, See! cry’d they while, in red’ning tide, it gush’d, The bashful stream hath seen its God and blush’d.
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Cana Christ Cold Divine Feast Red Water Wine
Trust me–with women worth the being won, The softest lover ever best succeeds.
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Lover Me Succeed Trust Women Worth
Shun fear, it is the ague of the soul! a passion man created for himself–for sure that cramp of nature could not dwell in the warm realms of glory.
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Ague Created Fear Men Nature Passion Shun Soul

Oh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief’s beneath thy shade.

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