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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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When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.
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Animal Cat Death Poet
Alack our life, so beautiful to see, With how much ease life losest, in a day, What many years with pain and toil amassed!
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Beautiful Life Pain
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
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
Reality is always the foe of famous names.
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Foe Names Reality
There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen.
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Agreement Burden Light Pen Poet
While life is in your body, you have the rein of all thoughts in your hands.
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Body Hands Life Thinking
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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Cure Disgust Mom
The greater I am, the greater shall be my efforts.
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Effort Greatness Myself
Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.
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Endurance Perseverance Strive
How quick the old woe follows a little bliss!
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Bliss Follow Old Quick
Suspicion is the cancer of friendship.
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Cancer Friendship One Liner Suspicious
For death betimes is comfort, not dismay, and who can rightly die needs no delay.
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Comfort Death Need Right
You keep to your own ways and leave mine to me.
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Leaving Myself Way Yourself
All pleasure in the world is a passing dream.
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Dreaming Pass Pleasure World
Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief
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Argument Grief Refine

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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