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Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief

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Love is the crowning grace of humanity, the holiest right of the soul, the golden link which binds us to duty and truth, the redeeming principle that chiefly reconciles the heart to life, and is prophetic of eternal good.
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Crown Forever Goodness Grace Heart Humanity Life Love Principle Right Soul Truth
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
Who naught suspects is easily deceived.
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Easy One Liner Suspect
Books have led some to learning and others to madness.
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Book Leadership Learning Madness
Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief
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Argument Grief Refine
My flowery and green age was passing away, and I feeling a chill in the fires had been wasting my heart, for I was drawing near the hillside above the grave.
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Age Chill Draw Feeling Flower Green Myself
The aged love what is practical while impetuous youth longs only for what is dazzling.
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Age Difference Love Practice Relationship
There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen.
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Agreement Burden Light Pen Poet
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
It is better to will the good than to know the truth.
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Better Goodness Known Willing
When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.
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Animal Cat Death Poet
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
I would have preferred to have been born in any other time than our own.
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Born Ourselves Preference Time
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
How fortune brings to earth the over-sure!
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Earth Fortune
He loves but lightly who his love can tell.
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Himself Light Love

Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief

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