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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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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
Rarely do great beauty and great virtue dwell together.
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Greatness Togetherness
Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief.
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Argument Grief Himself
For though I am a body of this earth, my firm desire is born from the stars.
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Body Desire Earth Myself Stars
There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen.
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Agreement Burden Light Pen Poet
For death betimes is comfort, not dismay, and who can rightly die needs no delay.
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Comfort Death Need Right
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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Cure Disgust Mother
Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.
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Bitterness Endurance Mortal Present
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
From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the world’s well beaten ways.
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Leadership Love Mountain Myself Thinking Well World
Love is the crowning grace of humanity.
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Crown Grace Humanity Love 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
For style beyond the genius never dares.
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Beyond Dare Genius Style
Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.
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Overcome Ruthless Strive
Man has not a greater enemy than himself.
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Enemy Greatness Himself Man
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

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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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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