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    Accept a miracle, instead of wit See two dull lines, with Stanhope's pencil writ.

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    A dearth of words a woman need not fear; But 'tis a task indeed to learn to hear: In that the skill of conversation lies; That shows and makes you both polite and wise.

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    A death-bed's a detector of the heart.

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    A dedication is a wooden leg.

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    A Deity believed, is joy begun; A Deity adored, is joy advanced; A Deity beloved, is joy matured. Each branch of piety delight inspires.

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    Affliction is the good man's shining scene; prosperity conceals his brightest ray; as night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.

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    A foe to God ne'er was true friend to man, Some sinister intent taints all he does.

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    A friend is worth all hazards we can run.

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    A God all mercy is a God unjust.

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    Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!

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    Ah! what is human life? How, like the dial's tardy-moving shade, Day after day slides from us unperceiv'd! The cunning fugitive is swift by stealth; Too subtle is the movement to be seen; Yet soon the hour is up--and we are gone.

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    A land of levity is a land of guilt.

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    All men think that all men are mortal but themselves.

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    A man I knew who lived upon a smile, And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair, While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.

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    Ambition! powerful source of good and ill!

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    Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, "that my heart has bled.

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    An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.

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    And all may do what has by man been done.

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    And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?

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    Angels are men of a superior kind; Angels are men in lighter habit clad.

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    A prince indebted is a fortune made.

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    As in smooth oil the razor best is whet, So wit is by politeness sharpest set; Their want of edge from their offence is seen, Both pain us least when exquisitely keen.

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    As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.

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    A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.

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    As soon as we have found the key of life, it opens the gates of death.

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    A strange alternative * * *Must women have a doctor or a dance?

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    A tardy vengeance shares the tyrant's guilt.

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    At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.

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    Beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, And gay as soft, and innocent as gay!

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    Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed.

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    Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer.

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    Be wise today; 'tis madness to defer. Next day the fatal precedent will plead; thus on, til wisdom is pushed our of life.

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    Blest leisure is our curse; like that of Cain, It, makes us wander, wander earth around, To fly that tyrant Thought. As Atlas groan'd The world beneath, we groan beneath an hour.

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    Body and soul, like peevish man and wife, United jar, and yet are loth to part.

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    Born Originals, how comes it to pass that we die Copies?

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    Born originals, how comes it to pass that we die copies? That meddling ape imitation, as soon as we come to years of indiscretion, (so let me speak,) snatches the pen, and blots out nature's mark of separation, cancels her kind intention, destroys all mental individuality. The lettered world no longer consists of singulars: it is a medley, a mass; and a hundred books, at bottom, are but one.

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    Britannia's shame! There took her gloomy flight, On wing impetuous, a black sullen soul . Less base the fear of death than fear of life. O Britain! infamous for suicide.

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    But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.

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    But love, like wine, gives a tumultuous bliss, Heighten'd indeed beyond all mortal pleasures; But mingles pangs and madness in the bowl.

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    By night an atheist half-believes in God.

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    Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,- An awful pause! prophetic of her end.

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    Day buries day; month, month; and year the year: Our life is but a chain of many deaths.

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    Death! great proprietor of all! 'tis thine To tread out empire, and to quench the stars.

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    Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.

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    Distinguisht Link in Being's endless Chain! Midway from Nothing to the Deity!

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    Each moment has its sickle, emulous Of Time's enormous scythe, whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root.

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    Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.

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    Fame is the shade of immortality, And in itself a shadow. Soon as caught, Contemn'd; it shrinks to nothing in the grasp.

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    Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.

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    Fond man! the vision of a moment made! Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!