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John B. Tabb

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Why should I stay? Nor seed nor fruit have I,
But, sprung at once to beauty’s perfect round,
Nor loss nor gain nor change in me is found,—
A life-complete in death-complete to die.
--
The Bubble, as quoted in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

 
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In Christ we see the strength of achievement, and the strength of endurance. He moved with a calm majesty, like the sun. The bloody sweat, and the crown of thorns, and the cross, were full in His eyes; but He was obedient unto death. In His perfect self-sacrifice, we see the perfection of strength; in the love that prompted it, we see the perfection of beauty. This combination of self-sacrifice and love must be commenced in every Christian; and when it shall be in its spirit complete in him, then will he also be perfect in strength and beauty.

 
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There's nothing to gain when there's nothing to be lost.
There's nothing to gain if you stay behind and count the cost.
Make the decision that you can be who you can be,
You can be.
Tasting the fruit come to the Liberty Tree.

 
Peter Gabriel
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