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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.
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Burn Flow Forever Fountain Pure Spirit
There is no disease, bodily or mental, which adoption of vegetable diet, and pure water has not infallibly mitigated, wherever the experiment has been fairly tried.
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Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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Build Music Oneself Togetherness
I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won.
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Bed Black Death Myself Reward Win
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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Fame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes – are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry.
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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
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First our pleasures die – and then our hopes, and then our fears – and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust – and we die too.
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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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Cry Fear Future Past
We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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Joy, once lost, is pain.
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The rich have become richer, and the poor have become poorer; and the vessel of the state is driven between the Scylla and Charybdis of anarchy and despotism.
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Drive Fate Poor Rich Standard
Love’s very pain is sweet, But its reward is in the world divine Which, if not here, it builds beyond the grave.
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Beyond Build Death Deep Divine Grave Love Pain Reward Sweet World
Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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Lips Lover One Liner Relationship Soul Trouble

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