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Energy is eternal delight.
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The grave is Heaven's golden gate, And rich and poor around it wait; O Shepherdess of England's fold, Behold this gate of pearl and gold!
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There is a place where Contrarieties are equally True.
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God only acts and is, in existing beings or men.
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But if at church they would give some ale. And a pleasant fire our souls to regale. We'd sing and we'd pray all the live long day, Nor ever once from the church to stray.
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Ages are All Equal. / But Genius is Always Above The Age.
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Everything is beautiful in its own way. Exuberance is beauty.
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My silks and fine array, My smiles and languished air, By love are driv'n away And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave: Such end true lovers have.
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Error is created; truth is eternal.
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Work up imagination to the state of vision.
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Nothing is real beyond imaginative patterns men make of reality.
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Although wine when it is read somewhat lacks the savour of wine when it is drunk, wine remains a very pleasant thing both to read about and to chat about.
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If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.
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The Fool shall not enter into Heaven let him be ever so Holy.
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Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?
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He who replies to words of doubt doth put the light of knowledge out.
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The Britons (say historians) were naked, civilized men, learned, studious, abstruse in thought and contemplation; naked, simple, plain in their acts and manners; wiser than after ages.
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You cannot have Liberty in this world without what you call Moral Virtue, and you cannot have Moral Virtue without the slavery of that half of the human race who hate what you call Moral Virtue.
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God appears, and God is Light, to those poor souls who dwell in Night; but does a Human Form display to those who dwell in realms of Day.
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Oh! why was I born with a different face? why was I not born like the rest of my race? when I look,each one starts! when I speak, I offend; then Im silent & passive & lose every friend. Then my verse I dishonour, my pictures despise, my person degrade & my temper chastise; and the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame; all my talents I bury, and dead is my fame. Im either too low or too highly prized; when elate I m envy'd, when meek Im despis'd.
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He who wants, but doesn't act, is a pest.
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When the voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast And everything else is still.
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A dog starved at his master's gate Predicts the ruin of the state.
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There is no mistake so great as the mistake of not going on.