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How can life be worth living, if devoid Of the calm trust reposed by friend in friend? What sweeter joy than in the kindred soul, Whose converse differs not from self-communion?

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The ape, vilest of beasts, how like to us.
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Animal Beast Similarity
A sure friend is known in unsure circumstances.
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Circumstance Friendship
A true friend is a friend when in difficulty.
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Difficult Friendship One Liner True
A true friend is tested in adversity.
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Adversity Friendship
He hath freedom whoso beareth a clean and constant heart within.
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Cleaning Freedom Heart
The Roman state stands by ancient customs, and its manhood.
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Ancient Custom Man State
He who civilly shows the way to one who has missed it, is as one who has lighted another’s lamp from his own lamp; it none the less gives light to himself when it burns for the other.
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Burn Light Miss Oneself Way
The idle mind knows not what it wants.
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Known Mindset
No one regards what is before his feet; we all gaze at the stars.
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Feet Inspirational Sight Stars
One man by delaying saved the state for us.
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Delay Man Oneself
He whose wisdom cannot help him, gets no good from being wise.
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Goodness Help Himself Wisdom
O friend unseen, unborn, unknown, Student of our sweet English tongue, I never indulge in poetics – Unless I am down with rheumatics.
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Born Friendship Myself Poet
The victor is not victorious if the vanquished does not consider himself so
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Himself Victory
The wise man is wise in vain who cannot be wise to his own advantage.
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Advantage Man Wisdom
I never indulge in rhyme or stanza Unless I’m in bed with the influenza.
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Bed Myself Rhyme
Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.
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Celebration Cry Funeral Man Mourning Myself

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