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Whate'er the talents, or howe'er designed, We hang one jingling padlock on the mind.
Alexander Pope
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Whate'er the passion, knowledge, fame, or pelf, Not one will change his neighbor with himself.
Alexander Pope
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Whate'er my doom It cannot be unhappy: God hath given me The boon of resignation.
Woodrow Wilson
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Whate'er thy joys, they vanish with the day: Whate'er thy griefs, in sleep they fade away, To sleep! to sleep! Sleep, mournful heart, and let the past be past: Sleep, happy soul, all life will sleep at last.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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O happiness! our being's end and aim! Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name: That something still which prompts the eternal sigh, For which we bear to live, or dare to die.
Alexander Pope
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It fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so: That, howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip Thou dost not fall.
Arthur Hugh Clough
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Joy, grief, desire or fear, whate'er the name The passion bears, its influence is the same Where things exceed your hope or fall below, You stare, look blank, grow numb from top to toe.
Horace
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But blast the man, with curses loud and deep, Whate'er the rascal's name, or age, or station, Who first invented, and went round advising, That artificial cut-off, Early Rising!
John Godfrey Saxe
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For me, my craft is sailing on,Through mists to-day, clear seas anon.Whate'er the final harbor be'T is good to sail upon the sea!
John Kendrick Bangs
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The mind is free, whate'er afflict the man, A King's a King, do Fortune what she can.
Michael Drayton
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Power, like a desolating pestilence, Pollutes whate'er it touches and obedience, Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth, Makes slaves of men, and of the human frame A mechanized automaton.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Voyager upon life's sea, To yourself be true, And whate'er your lot may be, Paddle your own canoe.
Sarah T. Bolton
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Manner is all in all, whate'er is writ,The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.
William Cowper
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All's well that ends well still the fine's the crown. Whate'er the course, the end is the renown.
William Shakespeare
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For forms of government, let fools contest Whate'er is best administered, is best.
Alexander Pope
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For forms of government let fools contest Whate'er is best administer'd is best. For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight His can't be wrong whose life is in the right. In faith and hope the world will disagree, But all mankind's concern is charity.
Alexander Pope
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What then remains, but well our power to use, And keep good-humor still whate'er we lose? And trust me, dear, good-humor can prevail, When airs, and flights, and screams, and scolding fail.
Alexander Pope
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The things are mighty few on earth that wishes can attain. Whate'er we want of any worth, we've got to work to gain.
Edgar Guest
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Gracious Lord, oh bomb the Germans. Spare their women for Thy Sake, And if that is not too easy, We will pardon Thy Mistake. But, gracious Lord, whate'er shall be, Don't let anyone bomb me.
John Betjeman
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I like the man who takes the stones Upon his rocky road With smiling lips instead of groans, Whate'er his heavy load Who seizes each as on he goes, And neatly crumbles it, And turns his share of pebbly woes To stores of inner grit.
John Kendrick Bangs
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This Day, whate'er the Fates decree Shall still be kept with Joy by me: This Day then, let us not be told, That you are sick, and I grown old
Jonathan Swift
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We'll therefore relish with content, Whate'er kind providence has sent, Nor aim beyond our pow'r For, if our stock be very small, 'Tis prudent to enjoy it all, Nor lose the present hour.
Nathaniel Cotton
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For thus the royal mandate ran, When first the human race began, The social, friendly honest man, Whate'er he be, Tis he fulfils great Nature's plan, And none but he!
Robert Burns
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Know'st not whate'er we do is done in love?
Sophocles
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