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Blest be the art that can immortalize,–the art that baffles time’s tyrannic claim to quench it.

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Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
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He that has seen both sides of fifty has lived to little purpose if he has no other views of the world than he had when he was much younger.
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Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway, We feel it e’en in age, and at our latest day.
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We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.
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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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After long drought when rains abundant fall, He hears the herbs and flowers rejoicing all.
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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 path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
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Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another’s pain.
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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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Remorse, the fatal egg by pleasure laid, In every bosom where her nest is made, Hatched by the beams of truth, denies him rest, And proves a raging scorpion in his breast.
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When nations are to perish in their sins, ’tis in the Church the leprosy begins.
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Pride made the devil, and the devil made sin; So God made a cole-pit to put the devil in.
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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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