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What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances.

Petrarch

Do you suppose there is any living man so unreasonable that if he found himself stricken with a dangerous ailment he would not anxiously desire to regain the blessing of health?
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Blessing Dangerous Health Live Man Reason Yourself
While life is in your body, you have the rein of all thoughts in your hands.
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Body Hands Life Thinking
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
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
Suspicion is the cancer of friendship.
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Cancer Friendship One Liner Suspicious
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
I have taken pride in others, never in myself.
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Myself Pride
Death had his grudge against me, and he got up in the way, like an armed robber, with a pike in his hand.
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Death Grudge Hands Himself
I know and love the good, yet, ah! the worst pursue.
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Goodness Known Love Pursue Worst
You keep to your own ways and leave mine to me.
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Leaving Myself Way Yourself
An equal doom clipp’d Time’s blest wings of peace.
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Equality Peace Time Wings
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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Cure Disgust Mother
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
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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Bitter Burn Freeze Memories Myself Sweet
Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.
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Bitterness Endurance Mortal Present

What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances.

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What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances.

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