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Virtue is health, vice is sickness.

Petrarch

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
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
Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief
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Argument Grief Refine
The end of doubt is the beginning of repose.
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Beginning Doubt End One Liner
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
A short cut to riches is to subtract from our desires.
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Desire Ourselves Rich
Man has not a greater enemy than himself.
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Enemy Greatness Himself Man
And tears are heard within the harp I touch.
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Music Myself Tears Touch
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
When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.
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Animal Cat Death Poet
For virtue only finds eternal Fame.
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Fame Finding Forever Virtue
To be able to say how much love, is love but little.
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Calculation Love
Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.
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Overcome Ruthless Strive
And men go about to wonder at the heights of the mountains, and the mighty waves of the sea, and the wide sweep of rivers, and the circuit of the ocean, and the revolution of the stars, but themselves they consider not.
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Height Man Mountain Revolution Stars Wonder
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 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

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