Let shining Charity adorn your zeal, The noblest impulse generous minds can feel.
AARON HILLCourage is poorly housed that dwells in numbers; the lion never counts the herd that are about him, nor weighs how many flocks he has to scatter.
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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.
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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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Joys, which we do not know, we do not wish.
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Man is the circled oak; woman the ivy.
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Birth is a shadow. Courage, self-sustained, outlords succession’s phlegm, and needs no ancestors.
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Reason gains all people by compelling none.
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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.
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Law that shocks equity is reason’s murderer.
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Customs form us all, our thoughts, our morals, our most fixed beliefs; are consequences of our place of birth.
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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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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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Courage is poorly housed that dwells in numbers; the lion never counts the herd that are about him, nor weighs how many flocks he has to scatter.
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Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another’s sorrow.
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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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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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