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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.

William Cowper

The cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow, and when we lie down at night we may safely say to most of our troubles, “Ye have done your worst, and we shall see you no more.”
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Care Done Lying Most Night Safely Tomorrow Trouble
Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.
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Inspirational Knowledge Life Motivational Proud Wisdom
All we behold is miracle.
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All Behold Miracle
How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.
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Friend Grant Loneliness Pas Retreat Solitude Sweet Whisper
They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.
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Gather Honey Lead Truth Weed Wisdom
Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.
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Every Mistakes Reasoning Step Tread
Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.
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Love Mercy Son Therefore
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
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
I am out of humanity’s reach.I must finish my journey alone,Never hear the sweet music of speech;I start at the sound of my own.
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Humanity Journey Music Reach Speech Sweet
Blest be the art that can immortalize,–the art that baffles time’s tyrannic claim to quench it.
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Art Baffle Claim Immortalize Painting Quench Time Tyrannic
But oars alone can ne’er prevail To reach the distant coast; The breath of Heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost.
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Alone Heaven Lost Oar Prevail Toil
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour;
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Feeble Grace Judging Lord People Person Sweet
Truth is the golden girdle of the globe.
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Globe Golden Griddle Truth
Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have oft-times no connection.
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Being Connection Knowledge Men Mind Often Time Wisdom
Pride made the devil, and the devil made sin; So God made a cole-pit to put the devil in.
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Cole Devil God Made Pit Pride

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