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The man with but one idea in his head is sure to exaggerate that to top-heaviness, and thus he loses his equilibrium.

Aaron Hill

Law that shocks equity is reason’s murderer.
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Equity Law Murderer Reason Shock
Trust me–with women worth the being won, The softest lover ever best succeeds.
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Lover Me Succeed Trust Women Worth
Art, however innocent, looks like deceiving.
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Art Deceiving Innocent Look
Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another’s sorrow.
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Adoption Breast Melt Shame Soft Sorrow Stone Tear
The man with but one idea in his head is sure to exaggerate that to top-heaviness, and thus he loses his equilibrium.
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Exaggerate Head Idea Man Sure
Man is the circled oak; woman the ivy.
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Circle Ivy Man Men Oak Woman
Let never man be bold enough to say, Thus, and no farther shall my passion stray: The first crime, past, compels us into more, And guilt grows fate, that was but choice, before.
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Bold Complex Fate First Life Passion Say Shall
Union of hearts, not hands, does a marriage make, and sympathy of mind keeps love awake.
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Awake Hands Heart Mind Sympathy Union
Servile doubt argues an impotence of mind, that says we fear because we dare not meet misfortunes.
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Arguing Doubt Meet Mind Misfortune Servile
Mischief and malice grow on the same branch of the tree of evil.
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Branche Evil Grow Malice Tree
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
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
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
She who means no mischief does it all.
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All Doe Mean Mischief She
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
Reason gains all people by compelling none.
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Compelling Gain People Reason

The man with but one idea in his head is sure to exaggerate that to top-heaviness, and thus he loses his equilibrium.

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