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Variety’s the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.
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Still ending, and beginning still.
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After long drought when rains abundant fall, He hears the herbs and flowers rejoicing all.
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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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Solitude, seeming a sanctuary, proves a grave; a sepulchre in which the living lie, where all good qualities grow sick and die
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[My kitten’s] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.
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An idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless if it goes as when it stands.
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A fool must now and then be right, by chance
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Truth is the golden girdle of the globe.
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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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Skins may differ, but affection Dwells in white and black the same.
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Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, ’tis being flayed alive.
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There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
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Time, as he passes us, has a dove’s wing, Unsoil’d, and swift, and of a silken sound.
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Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
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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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I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?
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War’s a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
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What we admire we praise; and when we praise, Advance it into notice, that its worth Acknowledged, others may admire it too.
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Absence of proof is not proof of absence.
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Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head
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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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The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
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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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Absence of occupation is not rest.
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