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Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
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To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think.
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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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It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
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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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Acknowledge Admire Advance May Other Praise Worth
God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to performs
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Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
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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.
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Doctrine Hand Heart Life Man Pure Venerate
Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything.
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Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa around, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn
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Around Cheer Close Fall Fire Shutter Sofa Stir
The path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
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Alone Land Path Sadness Sorrow Unknown
God made bees, and bees made honey, God made man, and man made money,
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Devil God Honey Made Men Pride
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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Good Grow Living Lying Quality Sanctuary Sick Solitude
They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.
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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
Absence of occupation is not rest.
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Absence Happen Occupation Rest

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