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Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.

Thomas Moore

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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Heaven Humility Shoot Virtue
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
Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
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Heaven Sea Tranquility
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
What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.
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Friendship Love Rose Wine Youth
Came but for friendship, and took away love.
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Friendship Love Relationship
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
Disguise our bondage as we will, ‘Tis woman, woman, rules us still.
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Bondage Ourselves Rule Woman
While mantling on the maiden’s cheek Young roses kindled into thought.
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Rose Thinking Young
Oh! blame not the bard.
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Blame One Liner
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
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
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

Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.

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