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To live a life half dead, a living death.
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For truth is strong next to the Almighty. She needs no policies or stratagems or licensings to make her victorious. These are the shifts and the defences that error uses against her power.
John Milton
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How charming is divine philosophy! Not harsh and crabb...
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But oh! as to embrace me she inclined,I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.
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Most men admire Virtue who follow not her lore.
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Evil, be thou my good.
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A bevy of fair women.
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Day and night, Seed-time and harvest, heat and hoary frost Shall hold their course, till fire purge all things new.
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I hate when vice can bolt her arguments, And virtue has no tongue to check her pride.
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Yet much remains To conquer still; peace hath her victories No less renowned then war, new foes arise Threatening to bind our souls with secular chains: Help us to save free conscience from the paw Of hireling wolves whose gospel is their maw.
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I fled, and cry'd out, Death; Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd From all her caves, and back resounded, Death.
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Solitude is sometimes best society.
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In naked beauty most adorned.
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Sport, that wrinkled Care derides,And Laughter, holding both his sides.Come, and trip it, as you go.On the light fantastic toe.
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Abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is.
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Freely we serve, Because we freely love, as in our will To love or not; in this we stand or fall.
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To-morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.
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For what can war, but endless war, still breed?
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The very essence of truth is plainness and brightness; the darkness and crookedness is our own. The wisdom of God created understanding, fit and proportionable to truth, the object and end of it, as the eye to the thing visible. If our understanding have a film of ignorance over it, or be blear with gazing on other false glitterings, what is that to truth?
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Thou art my father, thou my author, thou my being gav'st me; whom should I obey but thee, whom follow?
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So he with difficulty and labour hard Mov'd on, with difficulty and labour he.
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With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears.
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Justice divine Mends not her slowest pace for prayers or cries.
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And add to these retired Leisure,That in trim gardens takes his pleasure.
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