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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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How quick the old woe follows a little bliss!
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Bliss Follow Old Quick
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
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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Amusement Enough Life Short
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
He loves but lightly who his love can tell.
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Himself Light Love
And tears are heard within the harp I touch.
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Music Myself Tears Touch
I have friends whose society is delightful to me; they are persons of all countries and of all ages; distinguished in war, in council, and in letters; easy to live with, always at my command.
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Command Country Delight Easy Friendship Live Myself Society
Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.
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Endurance Perseverance Strive
An equal doom clipp’d Time’s blest wings of peace.
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Equality Peace Time Wings
To be able to say how much love, is love but little.
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Calculation Love
It is better to will the good than to know the truth.
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Better Goodness Known Willing
Wanting is not enough, long and you attain it.
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Effort Enough Longing
Virtue is health, vice is sickness.
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Health One Liner Sick Vice Virtue
I have taken pride in others, never in myself.
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Myself Pride
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
Who naught suspects is easily deceived.
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Easy One Liner Suspect

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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