What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.
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Society is now one polish'd horde, Form'd of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored.
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This is the age of oddities let loose.
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Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.
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Alas! They were so young, so beautiful, so lonely, loving, helpless, and the hour was that in which the heart is always full, annd, having o'er itself no further power, prompts deeds eternity can not annul.
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Be hypocritical, be cautious, be Not what you seem, but always what you see.