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A nightcap decked his brows instead of bay,A cap by night — a stocking all the day!
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To Mr. Johnson] If you were to make little fishes talk, they would talk like whales.
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You may all go to pot.
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The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them.
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As writers become more numerous, it is natural for readers to become more indolent.
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That strain once more; it bids remembrance rise.
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O Memory! thou fond deceiver.
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Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow,Or by the lazy Scheldt, or wandering Po.
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And learn the luxury of doing good.
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Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view.
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These little things are great to little man.
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Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine!
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Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,His first, best country ever is, at home.
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Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails,And honor sinks where commerce long prevails.
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The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n Nature warm,The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.
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By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd;The sports of children satisfy the child.
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Cheerful at morn, he wakes from short repose,Breasts the keen air, and carols as he goes.
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So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roarBut bind him to his native mountains more.
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Pride in their port, defiance in their eye,I see the lords of humankind pass by.
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The land of scholars and the nurse of arms.
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For just experience tells; in every soil,That those that think must govern those that toil.
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Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.
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Vain, very vain, my weary search to findThat bliss which only centers in the mind.
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Luke's iron crown, and Damien's bed of steel.
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A book may be very amusing with numerous errors, or it may be very dull without a single absurdity.
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We sometimes had those little rubs which Providence sends to enhance the value of its favors.
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Handsome is that handsome does.
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Let us draw upon Content for the deficiencies of fortune.
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That virtue which requires to be ever guarded is scarce worth the sentinel.
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I find you want me to furnish you with argument and intellects too.
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Man wants but little here below,Nor wants that little long.
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The sigh that rends thy constant heartShall break thy Edwin's too.
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By the living jingo, she was all of a muck of sweat.
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It seemed to be pretty plain, that they had more of love than matrimony in them.
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The dog, to gain some private ends,Went mad, and bit the man.
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This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant jade on a journey.
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He calls his extravagance, generosity; and his trusting everybody, universal benevolence.
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All his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them.
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Don't let us make imaginary evils, when you know we have so many real ones to encounter.
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Measures, not men, have always been my mark.
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Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain.
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The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade,For talking age and whispering lovers made.
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Oliver Goldsmith |
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His best companions, innocence and health;And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
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How happy he who crowns in shades like these,A youth of labour with an age of ease.
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