Think where man's glory most begins and ends, And say my glory was I had such friends.
glory man theend
One should not lose one's temper unless one is certain of getting more and more angry to the end.
temper theend
People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.
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I know what wages beauty gives, How hard a life her servant lives, Yet praise the winters gone: There is not a fool can call me friend, And I may dine at journey's end With Landor and with Donne.
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My temptation is quiet. Here at life's end Neither loose imagination, Nor the mill of the mind Consuming its rag and bone, Can make the truth known.
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Nor dread nor hope attend a dying animal; a man awaits his end dreading and hoping all.
man theend
You that would judge me, do not judge alone this book or that, come to this hallowed place where my friends' portraits hang and look thereon; Ireland's history in their lineaments trace; think where man's glory most begins and ends and say my glory was I had such friends.
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Pardon, old fathers, if you still remain Somewhere in ear-shot for the story's end.
theend
A bloody and a sudden end, Gunshot or a noose, For Death who takes what man would keep, Leaves what man would lose.
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