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| Rank is a great beautifier. |
| The Lady of Lyons. Act ii. Sc. i. |
| 2 |
Curse away! And let me tell thee, Beauseant, a wise proverb The Arabs have,Curses are like young chickens, And still come home to roost. |
| The Lady of Lyons. Act v. Sc. ii. |
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You speak As one who fed on poetry. |
| Richelieu. Act i. Sc. vi. |
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Beneath the rule of men entirely great, The pen is mightier than the sword. 1 |
| Richelieu. Act ii. Sc. ii. |
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| Ambition has no risk. |
| Richelieu. Act iii. Sc. i. |
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Take away the sword; States can be saved without it. |
| Richelieu. Act iii. Sc. i. |
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In the lexicon of youth, which fate reserves For a bright manhood, there is no such word As fail. |
| Richelieu. Act iii. Sc. i. |
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Our glories float between the earth and heaven Like clouds which seem pavilions of the sun. |
| Richelieu. Act v. Sc. iii. |
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The brilliant chief, irregularly great, Frank, haughty, rash,the Rupert of debate! 2 |
| The New Timon. (1846). Part i. |
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Alone!that worn-out word, So idly spoken, and so coldly heard; Yet all that poets sing and grief hath known Of hopes laid waste, knells in that word ALONE! |
| The New Timon. (1846). Part ii. |
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Two lives that once part are as ships that divide When, moment on moment, there rushes between The one and the other a sea; Ah, never can fall from the days that have been A gleam on the years that shall be! 3 |
| A Lament. |
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| Memory, no less than hope, owes its charm to the far away. |
| A Lament. |
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When stars are in the quiet skies, Then most I pine for thee;
Bend on me then thy tender eyes, As stars look on the sea. |
| When Stars are in the quiet Skies. |
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Buy my flowers,oh buy, I pray! The blind girl comes from afar. |
| Buy my Flowers. |
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| There are times when the mirth of others only saddens us, especially the mirth of children with high spirits, that jar on our own quiet mood. |
| Kenelm Chillingly. |
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| The man who smokes, thinks like a sage and acts like a Samaritan. |
| Night and Morning. Chap. vi. |
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| Happy is the man who hath never known what it is to taste of fameto have it is a purgatory, to want it is a hell. |
| Last of the Barons. Book v. Chap. i. |
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| A good heart is better than all the heads in the world. |
| The Disowned. Chap. xxxiii. |
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| The easiest person to deceive is ones own self. |
| The Disowned. Chap. xlii. |
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| The magic of the tongue is the most dangerous of all spells. |
| Eugene Aram. Book i. Chap. vii. |
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| Fate laughs at probabilities. |
| Eugene Aram. Book i. Chap. x. |
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| In science, read, by preference the newest works; in literature, the oldest. The classics are always modern. |
| Caxtoniana: Hints on Mental Culture. |