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Life in itself is short enough, but the physicians with their art, know to their amusement, how to make it still shorter.

Petrarch

Five enemies of peace inhabit with us – avarice, ambition, envy, anger, and pride; if these were to be banished, we should infallibly enjoy perpetual peace.
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Ambition Enemy Enjoyment Jealous Peace
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
Hitherto your eyes have been darkened and you have looked too much, yes, far too much, upon the things of earth. If these so much delight you what shall be your rapture when you lift your gaze to things eternal!
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Darkness Earth Eyes Forever Sight Yourself
How fortune brings to earth the over-sure!
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Earth Fortune
To be able to say how much love, is love but little.
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Calculation Love
Wanting is not enough, long and you attain it.
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Effort Enough Longing
For death betimes is comfort, not dismay, and who can rightly die needs no delay.
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Comfort Death Need Right
I have taken pride in others, never in myself.
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Myself Pride
Continued work and application form my soul’s nourishment. So soon as I commenced to rest and relax I should cease to live.
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Application Live Myself Nourishment Soul Work
Hope is incredible to the slave of grief.
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Grief Hope Incredible Slave
Events appear sad, pleasant, or painful, not because they are so in reality, but because we believe them to be so and the light in which we look at them depends upon our own judgment.
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Appearance Judgement Ourselves Pain Reality Sadness
Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.
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Overcome Ruthless Strive
I desire that death find me ready and writing, or if it please Christ, praying and intears.
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Death Desire Finding Myself Ready
How quick the old woe follows a little bliss!
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Bliss Follow Old Quick
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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Bitter Burn Freeze Memories Myself Sweet
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

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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