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Manner is all in all, whate’er is writ,The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.

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This fond attachment to the well-known place Whence first we started into life’s long race.
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Attachment Home Known Life Place Race Start
But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.
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Ease Mean Modesty Please Press Remember Still
There is mercy in every place. And mercy, encouraging thought gives even affliction a grace and reconciles man to his lot.
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Affliction Encourage Every Give Great Lot Mercy Place Reconcile
Elegant as simplicity, and warm As ecstasy.
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Ecstasy Elegant Simplicity Warm
We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.
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Death Die Dust Mightiest Turn Work
And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
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Cloud Courage Saint Head Much Shall
Still ending, and beginning still.
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Beginning End Life Still
What peaceful hours I once enjoy’d! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
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Know Memories Pain Peaceful Pleasure Poet Poetic Sweet
Alas! if my best Friend, who laid down His life for me, were to remember all the instances in which I have neglected Him, and to plead them against me in judgment, where should I hide my guilty head in the day of recompense?
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Alast Best Blessing Enemy Forgiveness Friend Instance Life Neglect Remember
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
There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
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Pain Pleasure Poet Poetic Poetry
When nations are to perish in their sins, ’tis in the Church the leprosy begins.
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Begin Church Leprosy Nation Perish Sin
The man to solitude accustom’d long, Perceives in everything that lives a tongue; Not animals alone, but shrubs and trees Have speech for him, and understood with ease,
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Accustom Fall Flower Man Rain 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
O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
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Alarm Face House Sage Seen Solitude
To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.
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Easier Eye Foolish Government Precedent Think Thinking

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