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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

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
Art, however innocent, looks like deceiving.
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Art Deceiving Innocent Look
Reason gains all people by compelling none.
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Compelling Gain People Reason
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
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
Trust me–with women worth the being won, The softest lover ever best succeeds.
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Lover Me Succeed Trust Women Worth
Mischief and malice grow on the same branch of the tree of evil.
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Branche Evil Grow Malice Tree
Law that shocks equity is reason’s murderer.
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Equity Law Murderer Reason Shock
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
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
Order, thou eye of action.
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Action Eye Order
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
Oh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief’s beneath thy shade.
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Mischief Night Shade Thou Treacherous Veil
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
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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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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