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The weak have remedies, the wise have joys superior wisdom is superior bliss.
The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.
One to destroy, is murder by the law and gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe to murder thousands, takes a specious name, ‘War’s glorious art’, and gives immortal fame.
The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety.
There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.
Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.
Much learning shows how little mortals know much wealth, how little wordings enjoy.
Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.
The future… seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done.
Friendship’s the wine of life: but friendship new… is neither strong nor pure.