Solitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die
WILLIAM COWPERVariety’s the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.
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Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
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The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
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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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Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, ’tis being flayed alive.
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The nurse sleeps sweetly, hired to watch the sick, / whom, snoring, she disturbs.
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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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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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Satire is, more than those he brands, to blame; He hides behind a magisterial air He own offences, and strips others’ bare.
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We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.
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A fool must now and then be right, by chance
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Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything.
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The Spirit breathes upon the Word and brings the truth to sight.
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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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Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock’d in the cradle of the western breeze.
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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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