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Trust on and think To-morrow will repay; To-morrow’s falser than the former day; Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blest With some new Joys, cuts off what we possest.

John Dryden

Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
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Grace Strength
None are so busy as the fool and the knave.
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Busy Fools
Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
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Human Kind Poetry Satire Vice
Affability, mildness, tenderness, and a word which I would fain bring back to its original signification of virtue,–I mean good-nature,–are of daily use; they are the bread of mankind and staff of life.
JOHN DRYDEN

Life Man Origin Virtue Word
Deathless laurel is the victor’s due.
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Death Due
They say everything in the world is good for something.
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Goodness Karma World
Men’s virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes.
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Crime Freedom Tax Virtue
Imagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints.
JOHN DRYDEN

Emotion Enthusiasm Height Imagination Paint Poet Soul
We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.
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Chance Hot Iron Leisure
Truth is never to be expected from authors whose understanding is warped with enthusiasm.
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Authors Enthusiasm Expectation Truth
The winds are out of breath.
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Breathe Wind
Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
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Distance Flesh Goodness Present
Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
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Live Lost Luxury People Public
There’s a proud modesty in merit; averse from asking, and resolved to pay ten times the gifts it asks.
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Gift Modesty Proud Time
He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.
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Author Himself Poet Theft Victory
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
JOHN DRYDEN

Pain Pleasure Sweet

Trust on and think To-morrow will repay; To-morrow’s falser than the former day; Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blest With some new Joys, cuts off what we possest.

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Trust on and think To-morrow will repay; To-morrow’s falser than the former day; Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blest With some new Joys, cuts off what we possest.

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