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The strongest passion which I have is honor.

Philip James Bailey

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Philip James Bailey
Age: 86 †
Born: 1816
Born: April 22
Died: 1902
Died: September 6
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P. J. Bailey
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Honor
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It matters not how long we live but how.
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Remember that thy heart will shed its pleasures as thine eye its tears, and both leave loathsome furrows.
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For ivy climbs the crumbling hall To decorate decay.
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The poet's pen is the true divining rod Which trembles towards the inner founts of feeling Bringing to light and use, else hid from all, The many sweet clear sources which we have of good and beauty in our own deep bosoms And marks the variations of all mind As does the needle.
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