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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

Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject’s sole prerogative.
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Freedom Subject Thrive
For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
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Face Need See Truth
War is the trade of kings.
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King One Liner Trade War
Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
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Grace Known Order Place
Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
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Force Happiness Land Winter
If by the people you understand the multitude, the hoi polloi, ’tis no matter what they think; they are sometimes in the right, sometimes in the wrong; their judgment is a mere lottery.
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Judgement People Thinking Understand Wrong
Love is love’s reward.
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Love One Liner Reward
Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
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Nature Obligation Response Trust
What passion cannot music raise and quell!
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Music Passion Raise
The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.
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Himself Man Son Treat
The bravest men are subject most to chance.
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Brave Chance Man Subject
Fool that I was, upon my eagle’s wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
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Eagle Fools Mount Myself Wings
Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne’er pardon who have done wrong.
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Forgiveness Injury Wrong
Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate’s: Souls know no conquerors.
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Empty Enough Fortune Myself Soul
I’m a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I’ll rise and fight again.
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Fight Myself Rise Wound
But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
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Numerous Talk Thinking

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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