How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

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Let the sap of reason quench the fire of passion.

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That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face! If thou beest slain, and with no stroke of mine, My wife and children’s ghosts will haunt me still.

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Some men never seem to grow old. Always active in thought, always ready to adopt new ideas, they are never chargeable with foggyism. Satisfied, yet ever dissatisfied, settled, yet ever unsettled, they always enjoy the best of what is, are the first to find the best of what will be.

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Men have died from time to time, and words have eaten them, but not for love.

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We suffer a lot the few things we lack and we enjoy too little the many things we have.

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What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.

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Give thanks for what you are today and go on fighting for what you gone be tomorrow

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Here will be an old abusing of God’s patience and the king’s English.

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Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

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