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God made the country, and man made the town.
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Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.
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We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.
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Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have oft-times no connection.
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Variety’s the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.
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The only amarantine flower on earth Is virtue.
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God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.
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The still small voice is wanted.
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The Cross! There, and there only (though the deist rave, and the atheist, if Earth bears so base a slave); There and there only, is the power to save.
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Books are not seldom talismans and spells.
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How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.
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Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.
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No traveler e’er reached that blest abode who found not thorns and briers in his road.
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Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men; Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.
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Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour;
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There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
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