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All that’s bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that’s sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.

Thomas Moore

What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.
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Friendship Love Rose Wine Youth
Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.
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Day Light Memories Myself
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
A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a roue to retire upon.
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Pretty Retirement Wife
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
Came but for friendship, and took away love.
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Friendship Love Relationship
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
Oh! blame not the bard.
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Blame One Liner
While mantling on the maiden’s cheek Young roses kindled into thought.
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Rose Thinking Young
A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.
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Friendship Love Steady Warm
And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o’er silent seas again.
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Ourselves Pain Sea Silence
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
Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
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Humiliate Slave
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
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

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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