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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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I rejoiced in my progress, mourned my weaknesses, and commiserated the universal instability of human conduct.
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Human Mourn Progress Weakness
Life in itself is short enough, but the physicians with their art, know to their amusement, how to make it still shorter.
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Amusement Enough Life Short
From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the world’s well beaten ways.
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Leadership Love Mountain Myself Thinking Well World
Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief.
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Argument Grief Himself
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
For style beyond the genius never dares.
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Beyond Dare Genius Style
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
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 Fortune Honor Oneself Respect
Often have I wondered with much curiosity as to our coming into this world and what will follow our departure.
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Curiosity Follow Wonder World
To begin with myself, then, the utterances of men concerning me will differ widely, since in passing judgment almost every one is influenced not so much by truth as by preference, and good and evil report alike know no bounds.
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Beginning Bound Difference Influence Man Myself
Virtue is health, vice is sickness.
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Health One Liner Sick Vice Virtue
Books can warm the heart with friendly words and counsel, entering into a close relationship with us which is articulate and alive.
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Alive Book Friendship Heart Relationship Warm
For virtue only finds eternal Fame.
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Fame Finding Forever Virtue
I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.
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Angel Beautiful Earth Walk World
A good death does honour to a whole life.
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Death Goodness Life
And tears are heard within the harp I touch.
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Music Myself Tears Touch
How quick the old woe follows a little bliss!
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Bliss Follow Old Quick
Reality is always the foe of famous names.
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Foe Names Reality
Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.
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Bitterness Endurance Mortal Present
Rarely do great beauty and great virtue dwell together.
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Greatness Togetherness
Reality is always the foe of famous names.
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Enemy Famous Name One Liner Reality
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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Cure Disgust Mom
I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.
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Love Memories Sweet
Man has not a greater enemy than himself.
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Enemy Greatness Himself Man
Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.
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Endurance Perseverance Strive
Mere elegance of language can produce at best but an empty renown.
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Elegant Empty Language Production
It may be only glory that we seek here, but I persuade myself that, as long as we remain here, that is right. Another glory awaits us in heaven and he who reaches there will not wish even to think of earthly fame.
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Fame Glory Heaven Myself Seek Thinking

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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