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Necessity and chance Approach not me, and what I will is fate.
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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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He touch'd the tender stops of various quills,With eager thought warbling his Doric lay.
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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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Impostor; do not charge most innocent Nature, As if she would her children should be riotous With her abundance; she, good cateress, Means her provision only to the good, That live according to her sober laws, And holy dictate of spare temperance.
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The end of learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love Him and imitate Him.
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For books are as meats and viands are; some of good, some of evil sub-stance.
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Her silent course advance With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps On her soft axle.
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God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise. With thee conversing I forget all time.
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How charming is divine philosophy! Not harsh and crabb...
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To live a life half dead, a living death.
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Among unequals what society Can sort, what harmony, or true delight?
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Let not England forget her precedence of teaching nations how to live.
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Thy actions to thy words accord; thy words To thy large heart give utterance due; thy heart; Contains of good, wise, just, the perfect shape.
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The other shape, If shape it might be call'd that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb; Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd, For each seem'd either,--black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on. Satan was now at hand.
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...it ought not to appear wonderful if many, both Jews and others, who lived before Christ, and many also who have lived since his time, but to whom he has never been revealed, should be saved by faith in God alone: still however, through the sole merits of Christ, inasmuch as he was given and slain from the beginning of the world, even for those to whom he was not known, provided they believed in God the Father.
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Is it just or reasonable, that most voices against the main end of government should enslave the less number that would be free? more just it is, doubtless, if it come to force, that a less number compel a greater to retain, which can be no wrong to them, their liberty, than that a greater number, for the pleasure of their baseness, compel a less most injuriously to be their fellow-slaves. They who seek nothing but their own just liberty, have always right to win it and to keep it, whenever they have power, be the voices never so numerous that oppose it.
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Non est miserum esse caecum, miserum est caecitatem non posse ferre.
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It is not good that man should be alone. ... Hitherto all things that have been named, were approved of God to be very good: loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named not good: whether it be a thing, or the want of something, I labour not.
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Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once moreYe myrtles brown, with ivy never sere,I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude,And with forced fingers rudeShatter your leaves before the mellowing year.
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Indu'd With sanctity of reason.
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In Physic, things of melancholic hue and quality are used against melancholy, sour against sour, salt to remove salt humors.
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The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven.
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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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