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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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Fate with impartial hand turns out the doom of high and low; her capacious urn is constantly shaking the names of all mankind.
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Fate Hand Name
When evil times prevail, take care to preserve the serenity of your hear.
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Evil Life Serenity
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
A good scare is worth more than good advice.
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Advice Funny Simple Life
By the favour of the heavens
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Favour Heaven Religious
The populace may hiss me, but when I go home and think of my money, I applaud myself.
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Home May Think
The good hate sin because they love virtue. [Lat., Oderunt peccare boni virtutis amore.]
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Hate Sin Virtue
People hiss at me, but I applaud myself in my own house, and at the same time contemplate the money in my chest.
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Country House People
There is no such thing as perfect happiness.
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Perfect Perfect Happiness
A man perfect to the finger tips.
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Finger Men Perfect
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
Let the character as it began be preserved to the last; and let it be consistent with itself.
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Character Consistent Last
Not to be lost in idle admiration is the only sure means of making and preserving happiness.
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Admiration Lost Mean
Who’s started has half finished.
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Finish Half Start
Money is to be sought for first of all; virtue after wealth. [Lat., Quaerenda pecunia primum est; virtus post nummos.]
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First Money Wealth
A word, once sent abroad, flies irrevocably.
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Irrevocably Literature People Word

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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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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