Then my verse I dishonor my pictures despise my person degrade and my temper chastise, and the pen is my terror the pencil my shame, and my talents I bury and dead is my fame.

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If a thing loves it is infinite.

If a thing loves it is infinite.

No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings

No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings

Shame is pride's cloak.

Shame is pride's cloak.

The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.

The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.

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