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The coward's weapon, poison.
Love's tongue is in his eyes.
Deed, not words shall speak me.
Deeds, not words shall speak me.
Great actions speak great minds.
Charity and treating begin at home.
Death hath so many doors to let out life.
I find the medicine worse than the malady.
It's impossible to ravish me, I'm so willing.
Speak boldly and speak truly, shame the devil.
Tyranny is yielding to the lust of the governing.
That soul that can Be honest is the only perfect man.
He never is alone that is accompanied with noble thoughts.
Drink today, and drown all sorrow; you shall perhaps not do tomorrow.
Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well; I see you have a singing face.
We must not be content to be cleansed from sin; we must be filled with the Spirit.
Our acts our angels are, for good or ill, our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
The greatest attribute of heaven is mercy; And 'tis the crown of justice, and the glory
Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose.
Then, everlasting Love , restrain thy will; 'Tis god -like to have power, but not to kill.
O woman, perfect woman! what distraction Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
A woman friend! He that believes that weakness, Steers in a stormy night without a compass.
Ask how to live? Write, write, write, anything; The world's a fine believing world, write news.
Man is his own star, and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light.
Of all the forms of wisdom, hindsight is by general consent the least merciful, the most unforgiving.
'Tis virtue, and not birth that makes us noble: Great actions speak great minds, and such should govern.
Only look to Jesus. He died for you, died in your place, died under the frowns of heaven, that we might die under its smile.
Joys as winged dreams fly fast, / Why should sadness longer last? / Grief is but a wound to woe; / Gentlest fair, mourn, mourn no moe.
Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that 's gone; Violets plucked, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again.
Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly! There's naught in this life sweet But only melancholy; O sweetest melancholy!
Corruption is a tree, whose branches are Of an immeasurable length: they spread Ev'rywhere; and the dew that drops from thence Hath infected some chairs and stools of authority.
He who goes to bed, and goes to bed sober, Falls as the leaves do, and dies in October; But he who goes to bed, and goes to bed mellow, Lives as he ought to do, and dies an honest fellow.
Go far - too far you cannot, still the farther. The more experience finds you: and go sparing. One meal a week will serve you, and one suit, through all your travels; for you'll find it certain.
O great corrector of enormous times, Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider Of dusty and old titles, that healest with blood The earth when it is sick, and curest the world O' the pleurisy of people.
Wine works the heart up, wakes the wit; There is no cure 'gainst age but it. and 'Tis late and cold, stir up the fire; Sit close and draw the table nigher; Be merry and drink wine that is old, A hearty medicine 'gainst the cold.
Man is his own star, and the soul that can, render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate: nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts are angels are, for good or ill: our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
Only look to Jesus. He died for you, died in your place, died under the frowns of heaven, that we might die under its smile. Regard neither unbelief nor doubt. Fear neither sin nor hell. Choose neither life nor death. All these are swallowed up in the immensity of Christ and are triumphed over in His cross.