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Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.

Thomas Moore

Came but for friendship, and took away love.
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Friendship Love Relationship
A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a roue to retire upon.
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Pretty Retirement Wife
A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.
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Friendship Love Steady Warm
Disguise our bondage as we will, ‘Tis woman, woman, rules us still.
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Bondage Ourselves Rule Woman
This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.
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Brain Drive Heaven Myself Reason
The light, that lies In woman’s eyes, Has been my heart’s undoing.
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Heart Light Lying Woman
The heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close.
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Close Forget Heart Love True
Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
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Humiliate Slave
From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.
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Delicious Light Plant Roam Sun Wake Up
My only books were woman’s looks, and folly’s all they’ve taught me.
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Book Myself Teaching Woman
Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.
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Discover Emotion Flame Illusion Leadership Love Marriage Ourselves Truth
What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.
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Friendship Love Rose Wine Youth
Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
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Heaven Sea Tranquility
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
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Anguish Hard Time Healing Heart Heaven Inspirational Wound
While mantling on the maiden’s cheek Young roses kindled into thought.
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Rose Thinking Young
And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o’er silent seas again.
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Ourselves Pain Sea Silence

Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.

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