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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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The end of doubt is the beginning of repose.
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Beginning Doubt End One Liner
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
Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.
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Endurance Perseverance Strive
Love is the crowning grace of humanity.
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Crown Grace Humanity Love One Liner
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
A good death does honour to a whole life.
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Death Goodness Life
To be able to say how much love, is love but little.
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Calculation Love
When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.
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Animal Cat Death Poet
Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief.
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Argument Grief Himself
I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.
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Angel Beautiful Earth Walk World
You keep to your own ways and leave mine to me.
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Leaving Myself Way Yourself
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 would have preferred to have been born in any other time than our own.
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Born Ourselves Preference Time
All pleasure in the world is a passing dream.
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Dreaming Pass Pleasure World
It is better to will the good than to know the truth.
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Better Goodness Known Willing
Great errors seldom originate but with men of great minds.
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Greatness Man Mindset Mistake

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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