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Vice stings us even in our pleasures, but virtue consoles us even in our pains.

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I seem forsaken and alone, / I hear the lion roar; / And every door is shut but one, / And that is Mercy’s door.
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Alone Door Every Forsaken Hera Lion Loneliness Mercy One Shut
[My kitten’s] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.
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Cat Describe Fambol Incredible Kitten
Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill He treasures up his bright designs,
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Bright Deep Design Fall Mine Skill Treasure Unfathomable
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
Absence of proof is not proof of absence.
WILLIAM COWPER

Absence Inspirational Motivational Proof Suicide
To impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob God of His honor, and is saying in effect that He has parted with the keys of life and death, and, by giving to a drug the power to heal us, has placed our lives out of His own reach.
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Carry Effect Further Get God Honor Impute Key Medicine Recovery Rob Say Well
…So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
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Evening Let Night Peaceful Welcome
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
Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway, We feel it e’en in age, and at our latest day.
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Affection Black Dwell Hold Maintain Same Such
Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
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Egg Fatal Laid Pleasure Regret Remorse
In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.
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Above Buried Flesh Ground Tomb
Trials make the promise sweet, Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to His feet, Lay me low, and keep me there.
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Feet Make Prayer Promise Sweet Trial
I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?
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Greatly Pity Rum Slavery Sugar
And natural in gesture; much impress’d Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too; affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
WILLIAM COWPER

Address Anxious Become Change Conscious Feed Gesture Grace Guilt Impressed Messenger Much Tender
War’s a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
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Game King Ply Subject War Wise
I venerate the man whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.
WILLIAM COWPER

Doctrine Hand Heart Life Man Pure Venerate

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