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    Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,
    And men below and saints above,
    For love is heaven and heaven is love.

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Enjoy thankfully any happy hour heaven may send you, nor think
that your delights will keep till another year.

Enjoy thankfully any happy hour heaven may send you, nor think
that your delights will keep till another year.

by Unknown Found in: General Sayings,
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If you are capable of submitting to insult you ought to be
insulted.

If you are capable of submitting to insult you ought to be
insulted.

by Unknown Found in: General Sayings,
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Death will have his day.

Death will have his day.

by William Shakespeare Found in: General Sayings,
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There are more men threatned then stricken.

There are more men threatned then stricken.

by George Herbert Found in: General Sayings,
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Debters are lyers.

Debters are lyers.

by George Herbert Found in: General Sayings,
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Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer,
And without sneering teach the rest to sneer;
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Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer,
And without sneering teach the rest to sneer;
Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike,
Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike;
Alike reserv'd to blame, or to commend,
A tim'rous foe, and a suspicious friend.

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He that is master of himself will soon be master of others.

He that is master of himself will soon be master of others.

by Unknown Found in: General Sayings,
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How can man die better,
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of this fathers
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How can man die better,
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of this fathers
And the temples of his gods?

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Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd,
Doth burn the heart to cinders, where it is.

Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd,
Doth burn the heart to cinders, where it is.

by William Shakespeare Found in: General Sayings,
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