A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.
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All objects lose by too familiar a view.
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All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
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And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.
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And plenty makes us poor.
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Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.
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Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
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Beware the fury of a patient man.
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Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
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But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
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By education most have been misled; So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.
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Drinking is the soldier's pleasure.
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Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
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For all have not the gift of martyrdom.
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For they conquer who believe they can.
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Genius must be born, and never can be taught.
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Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
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God never made His work for man to mend.
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Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
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He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
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He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.
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Honor is but an empty bubble.
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If you be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams - the more they are condensed the deeper they burn.
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Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
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It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.
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It is madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because by herself she is nothing and is ruled by prudence.
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Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.
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Look around the inhabited world; how few know their own good, or knowing it, pursue.
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Love is love's reward.
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Nature meant me a wife, a silly harmless household Dove, fond without art; and kind without deceit.
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Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
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Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
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Pains of love be sweeter far Than all other pleasures are.
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Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
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Resolved to ruin or to rule the state.
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Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail our lion now will foreign foes assail.
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Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate is most concealed. A busy person would find their sorrows much more; if future fortunes were known before!
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Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
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So over violent, or over civil that every man with him was God or Devil.
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Successful crimes alone are justified.
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The first is the law, the last prerogative.
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The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves.
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The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.
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They that possess the prince possess the laws.
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Thou strong seducer, Opportunity!
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Time, place, and action may with pains be wrought, but genius must be born; and never can be taught.
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Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.
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We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.
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What passions cannot music raise or quell?
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When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.
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When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
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Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
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You see through love, and that deludes your sight, As what is straight seems crooked through the water.
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