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Go, grieving rimes of mine, to that hard stone Whereunder lies my darling, lies my dear, And cry to her to speak from heaven’s sphere.
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Cry Grief Heaven Lying
When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.
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Animal Cat Death Poet
A good death does honour to a whole life.
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Death Goodness Life
The time will come when every change shall cease, This quick revolving wheel shall rest in peace: No summer then shall glow, not winter freeze; Nothing shall be to come, and nothing past, But an eternal now shall ever last.
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Change Forever Glow Last Quick Time
It is better to will the good than to know the truth.
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Better Goodness Known Willing
I have taken pride in others, never in myself.
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Myself Pride
Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief
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Argument Grief Refine
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
And I live on, but in grief and self-contempt, Left here without the light I loved so much, In a great tempest and with shrouds unkempt.
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Greatness Grief Light Live Love Myself
Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.
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Absence Beginning Breathe Myself Soul
Man has no greater enemy than himself. I have acted contrary to my sentiments and inclination; throughout our whole lives we do what we never intended, and what we proposed to do, we leave undone.
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Enemy Greatness Man Propose
Man has not a greater enemy than himself.
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Enemy Greatness Himself Man
Virtue is health, vice is sickness.
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Health One Liner Sick Vice Virtue
Alack our life, so beautiful to see, With how much ease life losest, in a day, What many years with pain and toil amassed!
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Beautiful Life Pain
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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Cure Disgust Mother

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