Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonor'd, and unsung.
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It is the mind that maketh good or ill, that maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.
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Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I, To mourn, and murmur and repine,...
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If a civil word or two will render a man happy, he must be a wretch, indeed who will not give them to him. Such a disposition is like lighting another man's candle by one's own, which loses none of its brilliancy by what the other gains.
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You bear God within you, poor wretch, and know it not.
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Excellent wretch Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
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Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,
But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.
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Now, my friend, can prophecies or miracles convince you or me that infinite benevolence, wisdom, and power, created, and preserves for a time innumerable millions, to make them miserable forever, for his own glory? Wretch! What is his glory? Is he
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The screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud.
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Pain, scorned by yonder gout-ridden wretch, endured by yonder dyspeptic in the midst of his dainties, borne bravely by the girl in travail. Sl...
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The coward wretch whose hand and heart Can bear to torture aught below, Is ever first to quail and start From the slightest pain or equal foe.
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Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
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Like warmed-up cabbage served at each repast, The repetition kills the wretch at last.
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The wretch who digs the mine for bread, Or ploughs, that others may be fed,...
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