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Where there are many beauties in a poem I shall not cavil at a few faults proceeding either from negligence or from the imperfection of our nature.

Horace

Let him who has once perceived how much that, which has been discarded, excels that which he has longed for, return at once, and seek again that which he despised.
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Discarde Perceive Return
Superfluous words simply spill out when the mind is already full.
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Mind Spill Superfluous
What we learn only through the ears makes less impression upon our minds than what is presented to the trustworthy eye.
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Eye Mind Trust
When evil times prevail, take care to preserve the serenity of your hear.
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Evil Life Serenity
What impropriety or limit can there be in our grief for a man so beloved?.
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Grief Limit Men
Where there are many beauties in a poem I shall not cavil at a few faults proceeding either from negligence or from the imperfection of our nature.
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Fault Imperfection Poetry
Glory drags all men along, low as well as high, bound captive at the wheels of her glittering car.
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Car Men Wheels
In neglected fields the fern grows, which must be cleared out by fire.
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Fern Field Fire Out
Life gives nothing to man without labor.
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Give Labor Life Men
Punishment follows close on crime.
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Crime Follow Punishment
Pale death, with impartial step, knocks at the hut of the poor and the towers of kings. [Lat., Pallida mors aequo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas Regumque turres.]
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Death King Tower
Flames too soon acquire strength if disregarded.
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Acquire Flames Strength
Money, as it increases, becomes either the master or the slave of ts owner.
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Increase Money Owner Slave
Seest thou how pale the sated guest rises from supper, where the appetite is puzzled with varieties? The body, too, burdened with I yesterday’s excess, weighs down the soul, and fixes to the earth this particle of the divine essence.
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Essence Soul Yesterday
It is but a poor establishment where there are not many superfluous things which the owner knows not of, and which go to the thieves.
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Owner Poor Thief
Force without judgement falls on its own weight.
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Fall Peace War

Where there are many beauties in a poem I shall not cavil at a few faults proceeding either from negligence or from the imperfection of our nature.

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