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Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleas'd. Now glow'd the firmament With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.
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Indu'd With sanctity of reason.
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The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.
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His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power.
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The work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint.
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The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide: They hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
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And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend.
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Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise. That last infirmity of noble mind. To scorn delights, and live laborious days.
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In God's intention, a meet and happy conversation is the chiefest and noblest end of marriage.
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Those whom reason hath equalled, force hath made supreme...
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Love Virtue, she alone is free, She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.
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A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, with his garland and singing robes about him.
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But see! theVirgin blessed Hath laid her Babe to rest. Time is our tedious song should here have ending.
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He that studieth revenge keepeth his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well.
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No war or battle sound Was heard the world around.
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Evil, be thou my good.
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Have hungMy dank and dropping weedsTo the stern god of sea.
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Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.
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Contemplation is wisdom's best nurse.
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To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.
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What reinforcement we may gain from hope; If not, what resolution from despair.
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If it come to prohibiting, there is aught more likely to be prohibited than truth itself.
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Solitude is sometimes best society.
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The great creator from his work returned Magnificent, his six days' work, a world.
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