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My flowery and green age was passing away, and I feeling a chill in the fires had been wasting my heart, for I was drawing near the hillside above the grave.

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It is more honorable to be raised to a throne than to be born to one. Fortune bestows the one, merit obtains the other.
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Born Merit Throne
I looked back at the summit of the mountain, which seemed but a cubit high in comparison with the height of human contemplation, were in not too often merged in the corruptions of the earth.
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Comparison Earth Mountain Myself
Love is the crowning grace of humanity.
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Crown Grace Humanity Love One Liner
When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.
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Animal Cat Death Poet
While life is in your body, you have the rein of all thoughts in your hands.
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Body Hands Life Thinking
Man has not a greater enemy than himself.
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Enemy Greatness Himself Man
The greater I am, the greater shall be my efforts.
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Effort Greatness Myself
How fortune brings to earth the over-sure!
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Earth Fortune
Where you are is of no moment, but only what you are doing there. It is not the place that ennobles you, but you the place, and this only by doing that which is great and noble.
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Greatness Moments Noble Place Yourself
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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Cure Disgust Mother
A short cut to riches is to subtract from our desires.
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Cutting Desire Inspirational
All pleasure in the world is a passing dream.
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Dreaming Pass Pleasure World
I have friends whose society is delightful to me; they are persons of all countries and of all ages; distinguished in war, in council, and in letters; easy to live with, always at my command.
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Command Country Delight Easy Friendship Live Myself Society
Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.
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Bitterness Endurance Mortal Present
And tears are heard within the harp I touch.
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Music Myself Tears Touch
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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Cure Disgust Mom

My flowery and green age was passing away, and I feeling a chill in the fires had been wasting my heart, for I was drawing near the hillside above the grave.

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