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No man is born unto himself alone;Who lives unto himself, he lives to none.
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The way to bliss lies not on beds of down,And he that has no cross deserves no crown.
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Shine Son of glory, and my sinnes are goneLike twinkling Starres before the rising Sunne.
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Even such is man, whose glory lendsHis life a blaze or two, and ends.
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He that loves thee, He that keepsAnd guards thee, never slumbers, never sleeps.
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Thou art my life, my way, my light
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The world's an Inn; and I her guest.
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We spend our midday sweat, our midnight oil;We tire the night in thought, the day in toil.
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Be wisely worldly, be not worldly wise.
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The road to resolution lies by doubt:The next way home's the farthest way about.
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It is the lot of man but once to die.
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Anger, when it is long in coming, is the stronger when it comes, and the longer kept.
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