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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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My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white; White as an angel is the English child, But I am black as if bereaved of light.
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He who doubts from what he sees Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
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Hindsight is a wonderful thing but foresight is better, especially when it comes to saving life, or some pain!
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One law for the lion and ox is oppression.
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He who wants, but doesn't act, is a pest.
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Let the men do their duty & the women will be such wonders; the female life lives from the light of the male: see a man's female dependants, you know the man.
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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.
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Energy is eternal delight.
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Man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.
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On no other ground Can I sow my seed Without tearing up Some stinking weed.
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LOVE'S SECRET Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart, Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears. Ah! she did depart! Soon after she was gone from me, A traveller came by, Silently, invisibly: He took her with a sigh.
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Mutual forgiveness of each vice. Such are the Gates of Paradise.
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Nothing is real beyond imaginative patterns men make of reality.
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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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We are not meant to resolve all contradictions but to live with them and rise above them.
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A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage.
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The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.
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He who pretends to be either painter or engraver without being a master of drawing is an imposter.
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Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,Dreaming o'er the joys of night.Sleep, sleep: in thy sleepLittle sorrows sit and weep.
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I see through my eyes, not with them.
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O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou build thy dark, Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs, Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.
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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!