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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.

Aaron Hill

Birth is a shadow. Courage, self-sustained, outlords succession’s phlegm, and needs no ancestors.
AARON HILL

Ancestor Courage Need Phlegm Self Shadow Succession
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.
AARON HILL

Bold Complex Fate First Life Passion Say Shall
Man is the circled oak; woman the ivy.
AARON HILL

Circle Ivy Man Men Oak Woman
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
She who means no mischief does it all.
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All Doe Mean Mischief She
Order, thou eye of action.
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Action Eye Order
Union of hearts, not hands, does a marriage make, and sympathy of mind keeps love awake.
AARON HILL

Awake Hands Heart Mind Sympathy Union
Deceit is the false road to happiness; and all the joys we travel through to vice, like fairy banquets, vanish when we touch them.
AARON HILL

Deceit Deception False Happiness Joy Road Touch Vice
Art, however innocent, looks like deceiving.
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Art Deceiving Innocent Look
Youth is ever apt to judge in haste, and lose the medium in the wild extreme.
AARON HILL

Apt Haste Judging Medium Wild Youth
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
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
Let shining Charity adorn your zeal, The noblest impulse generous minds can feel.
AARON HILL

Adorn Charity Feel Mind Shining Zeal
Mischief and malice grow on the same branch of the tree of evil.
AARON HILL

Branche Evil Grow Malice Tree
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.
AARON HILL

Cana Christ Cold Divine Feast Red Water Wine
Joys, which we do not know, we do not wish.
AARON HILL

Joy Know Wish

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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