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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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Suspicion is the cancer of friendship.
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Cancer Friendship One Liner Suspicious
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
When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.
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Animal Cat Death Poet
It is better to will the good than to know the truth.
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Better Goodness Known Willing
Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.
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Bitterness Endurance Mortal Present
I have taken pride in others, never in myself.
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Myself Pride
Great errors seldom originate but with men of great minds.
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Greatness Man Mindset Mistake
Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.
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Overcome Ruthless Strive
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
The aged love what is practical while impetuous youth longs only for what is dazzling.
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Age Difference Love Practice Relationship
Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief.
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Argument Grief Himself
Wanting is not enough, long and you attain it.
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Effort Enough Longing
There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen.
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Agreement Burden Light Pen Poet
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
What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances.
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Earth Known Moral Myself Name
I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.
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Love Memories Sweet

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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