Great is my envy of you, earth, in your greed Folding her in invisible embrace,...
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Suspicion is the cancer of friendship.
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Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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It is more honorable to be raised to a throne than to be born to one. Fortune bestows the one, merit obtains the other.
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Five enemies of peace inhabit with us -- avarice, ambition, envy, anger, and pride; if these were to be banished, we should infallibly enjoy perpetual peace.
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Oh, may she deign to stand at my bedside When I come to die; and may she call to me And draw me to her in the blessed place!
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Five enemies of peace inhabit with us--avarice, ambition, envy, anger, and pride if these were to be banished, we should infallibly enjoy perpetual peace.
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Man has no greater enemy than himself.
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How difficult it is to save the bark of reputation from the rocks of ignorance.
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Rarely do great beauty and great virtue dwell together.
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Great is my envy of death whose curt hard sword Carried her whom I called my life away; Me he disdains, and mocks me from her eyes!
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what a grudge I am bearing against Death, that is standing in her two eyes, and will not call me with a word.
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My flowery and green age was passing away, and I feeling a chill in the fires had been wasting my heart, for I was drawing near the...
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And I live on, but in grief and self-contempt, Left here without the light I loved so much,...
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Death had his grudge against me, and he got up in the way, like an armed robber, with a pike in his hand.
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I do not now begin,--I still adore Her whom I early cherish'd in my breast; Then once again with prudence dispossess'd, And to whose heart I'm driven back once more. The love of Petrarch, that all-glorious love, Was unrequited, and, alas, full sad...
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