Strange, weird things that no man may say, things Humanity hides away; secretly done, catch the light of the living day.

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Less than the dust beneath thy chariot wheel, / Less than the weed that grows beside thy door.

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I cannot forget that, just as my life was touching its fullest flower, love came and destroyed it all in a single hour.

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For this is Wisdom; to love, to live To take what fate, or the Gods may give. To ask no question, to make no prayer, To kiss the lips and caress the hair, Speed passion's ebb as you greet its flow To have, - to hold - and - in time, - let go.

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Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar, / Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell?

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Men should be judged not by their tint of skin, the gods they serve, the vintage they drink, nor by the way they fight, or love, or sin, but by the quality of the thought they think.

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Or, pale dispensers of my Joys and Pains, holding the doors of Heaven and of Hell.

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Often devotion to virtue arises from sated desire.

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