Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
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Vast chain of Being, which from God began, Natures aethereal, human, angel, man,...
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Remembrance and reflection how allied. What thin partitions divides sense from thought.
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To err is human; to forgive, divine.
Forgiveness
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They dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake.
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On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.
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Teach me to feel another's woe. To hide the fault I see: That the mercy I show to others; that mercy also show to me.
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To be angry is to revenge the faults of others on ourselves.
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And die of nothing but a rage to live.
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The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, and wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
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Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage, And beads and prayer-books are the toys of age:...
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Health consists with temperance alone.
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Blest paper-credit! last and best supply! That lends corruption lighter wings to fly!
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A person who is too nice an observer of the business of the crowd, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity.
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Never elated when someone's oppressed, never dejected when another one's blessed.
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The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.
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Wit is the lowest form of humor.
Humor
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But Satan now is wiser than of yore, and tempts by making rich, not making poor.
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Like Cato, give his little senate laws, and sit attentive to his own applause.
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Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike; Alike reserv'd to blame, or to commend, A tim'rous foe, and a suspicious friend.
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Passions are the gales of life.
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On wrongs swift vengeance waits.
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Our passions are like convulsion fits, which, though they make us stronger for a time, leave us the weaker ever after.
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A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.
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And all who told it added something new, and all who heard it, made enlargements too.
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The Muse but served to ease some friend, not wife, To help me through this long disease, my life;
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Fools admire, but men of sense approve.
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A family is but too often a commonwealth of malignants.
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Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.
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Let me tell you I am better acquainted with you for a long absence, as men are with themselves for a long affliction: absence does but hold off a friend, to make one see him the truer
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