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An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.

John Dryden

For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
JOHN DRYDEN

Children Edge Fools Secret Tools
What, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o’er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?
JOHN DRYDEN

Age Empty Experience Known Start World
Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
JOHN DRYDEN

Ourselves Photograph Thinking Word
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
JOHN DRYDEN

Pain Pleasure Sweet
Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
JOHN DRYDEN

Guilty Reveal Secret Silence
Deathless laurel is the victor’s due.
JOHN DRYDEN

Death Due
The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.
JOHN DRYDEN

Himself Man Son Treat
Few know the use of life before ’tis past.
JOHN DRYDEN

Life Past
Sure there’s contagion in the tears of friends.
JOHN DRYDEN

Friendship Tears
None, none descends into himself, to find The secret imperfections of his mind: But every one is eagle-ey’d to see Another’s faults, and his deformity.
JOHN DRYDEN

Finding Himself Imperfection Mistake Secret
Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
JOHN DRYDEN

Live Lost Luxury People Public
Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.
JOHN DRYDEN

Brave Despair Happiness
Love is love’s reward.
JOHN DRYDEN

Love One Liner Reward
Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
JOHN DRYDEN

Fresh Object Pity Sight
Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the’ appointed place we tend; The world’s an inn, and death the journey’s end.
JOHN DRYDEN

Boast Born Death End Journey Live Man Place Sincere
Honor is but an empty bubble.
JOHN DRYDEN

Empty Respect

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