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Pleasure is labour too, and tires as much.

William Cowper

But oars alone can ne’er prevail To reach the distant coast; The breath of Heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost.
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Alone Heaven Lost Oar Prevail Toil
I will pray, therefore, for blessings on my friends, even though they cease to be so, and upon my enemies, though they continue such.
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Bless Cease Continue Enemies Friend Pray Such
Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilirate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature.
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Exhilarate Languid Music Nature Rural Sight Silence Tone
Vice stings us even in our pleasures, but virtue consoles us even in our pains.
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Console Pain Pleasure String Vices Virtue
Grief is itself a medicine.
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Death Grief Itself Medicine Pain
Heaven’s harmony is universal love.
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Harmony Heaven Love Religious Universal
A fretful temper will divide the closest knot that may be tied, by ceaseless sharp corrosion; a temper passionate and fierce may suddenly your joys disperse at one immense explosion.
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Ceaseless Corrosion Divide Joy Know May Passionate Temper
Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.
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Mind Occupation Quite Relaxation Wisdom
The Spirit breathes upon the Word and brings the truth to sight.
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Begin Breathe Sight Spirit Upon World
Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies… To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.
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Daughter Eye Nature Send Sky Truth
Solitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die
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Good Grow Living Lying Quality Sanctuary Sick Solitude
Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; Prayer keeps the Christian’s armor bright; And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees.
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Cease Christian Fight Fighting Prayer Restrain
The cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow, and when we lie down at night we may safely say to most of our troubles, “Ye have done your worst, and we shall see you no more.”
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Care Done Lying Most Night Safely Tomorrow Trouble
England with all thy faults, I love thee still– My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be found, Shall be constrained to love thee.
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Country Fault Love May Mind Still
After long drought when rains abundant fall, He hears the herbs and flowers rejoicing all.
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Abundant After Drought Fall Flower Herb Long Rain Rejoice
The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flow’r. Blind unbelief is sure to err And scan His work in vain; God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain.
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Bitter Bud God Interpreter Olan Sweet Taste Unbelief Vain Will

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