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Never find fault with the absent.
Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.
By music minds an equal temper know, Nor swell too high, nor sink too low. . . . . Warriors she fires with animated sounds. Pours balm into the bleeding lover's wounds.
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Pours balm into the bleeding lover's wounds.
Many men have been capable of doing a wise thing, more a cunning thing, but very few a generous thing.
Where's the man who counsel can bestow, still pleased to teach, and yet not proud to know.
Old men, for the most part, are like old chronicles that give you dull but true accounts of times past, and are worth knowing only on that score.
Pleas'd look forward, pleas'd to look behind,And count each birthday with a grateful mind.
Presumptuous Man! the reason wouldst thou find,Why form'd so weak, so little, and so blind?First, if thou canst, the harder reason guess,Why form'd no weaker, blinder, and no less!Ask of thy mother earth, why oaks are madeTaller or stronger than the weeds they shade?Or ask of yonder argent fields above,Why Jove's Satellites are less than Jove?
Only music has the ability to take you to the edge of reality and allow you to peek in for a moment.
An excuse is worse and more terrible than a lie; for an excuse is a lie guarded.
Hope springs eternal.
Reason, however able, cool at best, Cares not for service, or but serves when prest, Stays till we call, and then not often near.
In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the bless'd abodes, Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
Ambition first sprung from your blest abodes: the glorious fault of angels and of gods.
Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring,
Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing,
Ye trees that fade, when Autumn heats remove,
Say, is not absence death to those who love?
Is not absence death to those who love?
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To pardon those absurdities in ourselves which we cannot suffer in others is neither better nor worse than to be more willing to be fools ourselves than to have others so.
