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

Thomas Moore

Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.
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Heaven Humility Shoot Virtue
The light, that lies In woman’s eyes, Has been my heart’s undoing.
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Heart Light Lying Woman
Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.
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Day Light Memories Myself
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
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch’d by the thorns.
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Awake Heart Thorn Touch
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
Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
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Heaven Sea Tranquility
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
While mantling on the maiden’s cheek Young roses kindled into thought.
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Rose Thinking Young
All that’s bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that’s sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.
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Bright Lost Sweet
It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.
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Happiness Luxury Tears
My only books were woman’s looks, and folly’s all they’ve taught me.
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Book Myself Teaching Woman
Though an angel should write, still ’tis devils must print.
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Angel Devil Print Writing
A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a roue to retire upon.
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Pretty Retirement Wife

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

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