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Passions are spiritual rebels and raise sedition against the understanding.
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Passion Spiritual Understanding
Still may syllables jar with time, Still may reason war with rhyme, Resting never!
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May Poetry War
Success hath made me wanton.
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Hath Made Success Wanton
That old bald cheater, Time.
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Bald Cheater Old Time
The pipe marks the point at which the orangutan ends and man begins.
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Men Smoking
Good men are the stars, the planets of the ages wherein they live, and illustrate the times.
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Good Time Illustrate Men Stars
I would rather have a plain down-right wisdom than a foolish and affected eloquence.
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Affected Eloquence Foolish
There is no greater hell than to be a prisoner of fear.
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Fear Hell No Prisoner
How ready is heaven to those that pray!
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Heaven Prayer Praying
Forbear, you things That stand upon the pinnacles of state, To boast your slippery height! when you do fall, You dash yourselves in pieces, ne’er to rise: And he that lends you pity, is not wise.
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Boast Fall Pieces Wise
True gladness doth not always speak; joy, bred and born but in the tongue, is weak.
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Joy Speak Tongue
Memory, of all the powers of the mind, is the most delicate and frail.
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Frail Memories Mind
Where it concerns himself, Who’s angry at a slander, makes it true.
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Angry Concern Slander
Reader look, not on his picture but his book.
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Book Looks Reader
For whose sake, henceforth, all his vows be such, As what he loves may never like too much.
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Love May Sake
You learn nothing about someone by the way they win the fight, you learn everything about the way they lose and keep coming back.
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Art Fighting Winning

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