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He never is alone that is accompanied with noble thoughts.
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Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that 's gone; Violets plucked, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again.
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Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man Commands all light, all influence, all fate. Nothing to him falls early, or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
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O woman, perfect woman! what distraction Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
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Death hath so many doors to let out life.
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