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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

Youth is ever apt to judge in haste, and lose the medium in the wild extreme.
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Apt Haste Judging Medium Wild Youth
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
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
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
Joys, which we do not know, we do not wish.
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Joy Know Wish
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
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
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
Law that shocks equity is reason’s murderer.
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Equity Law Murderer Reason Shock
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
Mischief and malice grow on the same branch of the tree of evil.
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Branche Evil Grow Malice Tree
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
Reason gains all people by compelling none.
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Compelling Gain People Reason
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
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

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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