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He who cannot forgive others breaks the bridge over which he must pass himself.

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At length I heard a ragged noise and mirth Of thieves and murderers: there I him espied...

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These are thy wonders, Lord of power, Killing and quickning, bringing down to hell...

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He that knows nothing doubts nothing.

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Death, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing, Nothing but bones,...

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that repose And peace, which everywhere With so much earnestness you do pursue, Is only there.

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Give me simplicity, that I may live, So live and like, that I may know Thy ways,...

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All are presumed good till they are found at fault.

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Sometimes Death, puffing at the doore, Blows all the dust about the floore:...

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By all means use sometimes to be alone. Salute thyself: see what thy soul doth wear. Dare to look in thy chest; for 'Tis thine own: And tumble up and down what thou findst there. Who cannot rest till he good fellows find, he breaks up house, turns out of doors his mind.

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Woe be to him that reads but one book.

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Deceive not thy physician, confessor, nor lawyer.

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Hell is full of good meanings and wishings.

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In solitude, be a multitude to thyself. Tibullus by all means use sometimes to be alone.

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A wise man cares not for what he cannot have.

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Half the world know not how the other half lives.

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Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying.

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Here she lies, a pretty bud, Lately made of flesh and blood:

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Lord, 'tis Thy plenty-dropping hand That soils my land; And giv'st me, for my bushel sown, Twice ten for one; Thou mak'st my teeming hen to lay Her egg each day; Besides my healthful ewes to bear Me twins each year; The while the conduits of my kine Run cream, for wine. All these, and better, Thou dost send Me, to this end, That I should render, for my part, A thankful heart...

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And to your more bewitching, see the proud, Plump bed bear up, and swelling like a cloud,...

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