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O happy, golden age! Not for that rivers ran With streams of milk, and honey dropped from trees.

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True love cannot be found where it does not exist, nor can it be denied where it does.
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Love True
It is the fortunate who should extol fortune.
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Fortune One Liner
He, full of bashfulness and truth, loved much, hoped little, and desired naught.
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Desire Himself Hope Love Truth
Love is when you don’t have to be with another person to touch their heart!
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Heart Love Relationship Touch Yourself
The day of fortune is like a harvest day, We must be busy when the corn is ripe.
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Corn Day Fortune Harvest
Perhaps if only once you did enjoy The thousandth part of all the happiness A heart beloved enjoys, returning love, Repentant, you would surely sighing say, “All time is truly lost and gone Which is not spent in serving love.”
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Enjoyment Happiness Love Service Time
Lost is the time that you don’t spend for love.
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Lost Love Time Yourself
Horror itself in that fair scene looks gay, And joy springs up e’en in the midst of fear.
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Fear Horror Joy Spring
Fortune rarely accompanies anyone to the door.
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Fortune Rare Togetherness
A friend giveth sympathy in trouble.
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Friendship Sympathy Trouble
O subtle love! a thousand wiles thou hast, by humble suit, by service, or by hire, to win a maiden’s hold,–a thing soon done, for nature framed all women to be won.
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Frame Hire Humble Service Win Woman
Virtue’s guard is labor; ease, her sleep.
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Guard Herself Sleep Virtue
Not for no cold did freeze, Nor any cloud beguile Th’eternal flowering spring
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Cold Flower Forever
As shaking terrors from his blazing hair, a sanguine comet gleams through dusky air.
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Shake Terror
Grave was the man in years, in looks, in word, his locks were grey, yet was his courage green.
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Courage Grave Man Word
None merits the name of Creator but God and the poet.
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God Name Poet

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