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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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For virtue only finds eternal Fame.
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Fame Finding Forever Virtue
I would have preferred to have been born in any other time than our own.
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Born Ourselves Preference Time
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
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
An equal doom clipp’d Time’s blest wings of peace.
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Equality Peace Time Wings
Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.
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Endurance Perseverance Strive
While life is in your body, you have the rein of all thoughts in your hands.
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Body Hands Life Thinking
Who naught suspects is easily deceived.
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Easy One Liner Suspect
Virtue is health, vice is sickness.
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Health One Liner Sick Vice Virtue
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
Reality is always the foe of famous names.
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Enemy Famous Name One Liner Reality
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
A good death does honour to a whole life.
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Death Goodness Life
For death betimes is comfort, not dismay, and who can rightly die needs no delay.
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Comfort Death Need Right
Wanting is not enough, long and you attain it.
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Effort Enough Longing
Great errors seldom originate but with men of great minds.
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Error Men Mind

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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