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In indolent vacuity of thought.
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True Charity, a plant divinely nurs'd.
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I believe no man was ever scolded out of his sins.
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An honest man, close-buttoned to the chin, Broadcloth without, and a warm heart within.
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Shine by the side of every path we tread With such a luster, he that runs may read.
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Beware of desp'rate steps! The darkest day (Live till tomorrow) will have passed away.
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Misery still delights to trace Its semblance in another's case.
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A knave, when tried on honesty's plain rule, And, when by that of reason, a mere fool
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And Satan trembles when he seesThe weakest saint upon his knees.
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Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
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I play with syllables and sport in song
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Glory, builtOn selfish principles, is shame and guilt.
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Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.
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As if the world and they were hand and glove.
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Thus happiness depends, as Nature shows, Less on exterior things than most suppose.
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Freedom has a thousand charms to show, That slaves, howe'er contented, never know.
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Manner is all in all, whate'er is writ, The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.
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Elegant as simplicity, and warm As ecstasy.
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Low ambition and the thirst of praise.
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Made poetry a mere mechanic art.
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Lights of the world, and stars of human race.
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Remorse, the fatal egg by Pleasure laid.
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How much a dunce that has been sent to roam Excels a dunce that has been kept at home!
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He would not, with a peremptory tone, Assert the nose upon his face his own.
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A moral, sensible, and well-bred man Will not affront me, and no other can.
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I cannot talk with civet in the room, A fine puss-gentleman that's all perfume.
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The solemn fop; significant and budge; A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge.
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His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock it never is at home.
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Our wasted oil unprofitably burns, Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.
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That good diffused may more abundant grow.
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But that disease when soberly definedIs the false fire of an o'erheated mind.
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A business with an income at its heels Furnishes always oil for its own wheels.
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Absence of occupation is not rest, A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.
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An idler is a watch that wants both hands; As useless when it goes as when it stands.
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Built God a church, and laugh'd his word to scorn.
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Religion! what treasure untoldResides in that heavenly word!
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Though on pleasure she was bent, She had a frugal mind.
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United yet divided, twain at once: So sit two kings of Brentford on one throne.
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We have no slaves at home. - Then why abroad?
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Presume to lay their hand upon the ark Of her magnificent and awful cause.
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There is a pleasure in poetic pains Which only poets know.
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O Popular Applause! what heart of manIs proof against thy sweet seducing charms?
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Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavour.
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She that asks Her dear five hundred friends.
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