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The unique and supreme voluptuousness of love lies in the certainty of committing intemperance. And men and women know from birth that in excessive indulgence is found all sensual delight." Charles Baudelaire"
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Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.
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A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man |
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His mind, emptied of theory and courage, lapsed back into a listless peace.
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A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man |
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In records that defy the tooth of time.
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Edward Young |
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Great let me call him, for he conquered me.
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Edward Young |
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Life is the desert, life the solitude;Death joins us to the great majority.
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Edward Young |
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Souls made of fire, and children of the sun,With whom revenge is virtue.
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Edward Young |
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The blood will follow where the knife is driven,The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.
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Edward Young |
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The man that makes a character makes foes.
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Edward Young |
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Accept a miracle instead of wit,--See two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ.
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Edward Young |
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Time elaborately thrown away.
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Edward Young |
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There buds the promise of celestial worth.
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Edward Young |
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And friend received with thumps upon the back.
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Edward Young |
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When the Law shows her teeth, but dares not bite.
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Edward Young |
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The love of praise, howe'er concealed by art,Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.
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Edward Young |
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Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote,And think they grow immortal as they quote.
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Edward Young |
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Titles are marks of honest men, and wise;The fool or knave that wears a title lies.
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Edward Young |
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They that on glorious ancestors enlarge,Produce their debt instead of their discharge.
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Edward Young |
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None think the great unhappy but the great.
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Edward Young |
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Unlearned men of books assume the care,As eunuchs are the guardians of the fair.
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Edward Young |
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The booby father craves a booby son,And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.
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Edward Young |
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Where Nature's end of language is declin'd,And men talk only to conceal the mind.
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Edward Young |
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Be wise with speed;A fool at forty is a fool indeed.
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Edward Young |
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And waste their music on the savage race.
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Edward Young |
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With skill she vibrates her eternal tongue,Forever most divinely in the wrong.
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Edward Young |
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For her own breakfast she'll project a scheme,Nor take her tea without a strategem.
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Edward Young |
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How commentators each dark passage shun,And hold their farthing candle to the sun.
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Edward Young |
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Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!
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Edward Young |
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On reason build resolve,that column of true majesty in man.
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Edward Young |
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The bell strikes one. We take no note of timeBut from its loss.
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Edward Young |
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Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour.
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Edward Young |
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To waft a feather or to drown a fly.
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Edward Young |
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Be wise today; 'tis madness to defer.
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Edward Young |
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Procrastination is the thief of time.
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Edward Young |
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All men think all men mortal but themselves.
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Edward Young |
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He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.
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Edward Young |
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And what its worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.
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Edward Young |
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I've lost a day!"--the prince who nobly cried,Had been an emperor without his crown.
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Edward Young |
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Ah, how unjust to Nature and himselfIs thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!
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Edward Young |
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Time flies, death urges, knells call, Heaven invites,Hell threatens.
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Edward Young |
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Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.
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Edward Young |
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'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours,And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
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Edward Young |
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Thoughts shut up want air,And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.
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Edward Young |
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A friend is worth all hazards we can run.
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