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I counsel thee, shut not thy heart, nor thy library.

Charles Lamb

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Charles Lamb
Age: 59 †
Born: 1775
Born: February 10
Died: 1834
Died: December 27
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
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London
England
Library
Thee
Heart
Counsel
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The drinking man is never less himself than during his sober intervals.
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The world meets nobody half way.
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Go where glory waits thee! But while fame elates thee, Oh, still remember me!
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And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon.
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Tis unpleasant to meet a beggar. It is painful to deny him and, if you relieve him, it is so much out of your pocket.
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To sigh, yet feel no pain To weep, yet scarce know why To sport an hour with Beauty's chain, Then throw it idly by.
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If dirt were trumps, what hands you would hold!
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O money, money, how blindly thou hast been worshipped, and how stupidly abused! Thou are health and liberty and strength, and he that has thee may rattle his pockets at the foul fiend!
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Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.
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No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, All earth forgot, and all heaven around us.
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It is well if the good man himself does not feel his devotions a little clouded, those foggy sensuous steams mingling with and polluting the pure altar surface.
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