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There buds the promise of celestial worth.
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The man that makes a character makes foes.
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They that on glorious ancestors enlarge,Produce their debt instead of their discharge.
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Prayer ardent opens heaven.
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Great let me call him, for he conquered me.
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And waste their music on the savage race.
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Much learning shows how little mortals know;Much wealth, how little worldlings can enjoy.
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The booby father craves a booby son,And by Heaven’s blessing thinks himself undone.
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He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.
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For her own breakfast she'll project a scheme,Nor take her tea without a strategem.
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None think the great unhappy but the great.
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Too low they build who build beneath the stars.
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Less base the fear of death than fear of life.
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Beautiful as sweet!And young as beautiful! and soft as young!And gay as soft! and innocent as gay.
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Final Ruin fiercely drivesHer plowshare o'er creation.
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Time flies, death urges, knells call, Heaven invites,Hell threatens.
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As Love alone can exquisitely bless,Love only feels the marvellous of pain;Opens new veins of torture in the soul,And wakes the nerve where agonies are born.
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Ah! what is human life?How, like the dial's tardy-moving shade,Day after day slides from us unperceiv'd!The cunning fugitive is swift by stealth;Too subtle is the movement to be seen;Yet soon the hour is up-and we are gone.
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Creation sleeps! 'Tis as the general pulseOf life stood still, and Nature made a pause;An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
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The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
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Accept a miracle instead of wit,-See two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ.
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An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave;Legions of angels can't confine me there.
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Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.
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A Christian is the highest style of man.
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