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Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.

Thomas Moore

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
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
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
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 heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close.
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Close Forget Heart Love True
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
It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.
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Happiness Luxury Tears
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
Ask a woman’s advice, and whatever she advises, Do the very reverse and you’re sure to be wise.
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Advice Herself Woman
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
The light, that lies In woman’s eyes, Has been my heart’s undoing.
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Heart Light Lying Woman
Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.
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Heaven Humility Shoot Virtue

Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.

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