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And when we're worn,
Hack’d, hewn with constant service, thrown aside
To rust in peace, or rot in hospitals.

— Thomas Southerne The Loyal Brother (1682)

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Of the king's creation you may be; but he who makes a count ne'er made a man.

Pity's akin to love; and every thought
Of that soft kind is welcome to my soul.

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Ambition is an idol on whose wings
Great minds are carry'd only to extreme;
To be sublimely great, or to be nothing.

'Tis something to be willing to commend;
But my best praise is, that I am your friend.

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