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Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.

John Dryden

Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.
JOHN DRYDEN

Anger Cherish Disappear Forget
Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
JOHN DRYDEN

Fools One Liner Patriot
There’s a proud modesty in merit; averse from asking, and resolved to pay ten times the gifts it asks.
JOHN DRYDEN

Gift Modesty Proud Time
Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
JOHN DRYDEN

Better Health Himself Man Work
Faith is to believe what you do not yet see: the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
JOHN DRYDEN

Believe Faith Grace Reward See Strength
Take not away the life you cannot give: For all things have an equal right to live.
JOHN DRYDEN

Equality Life Live Right
There is a proud modesty in merit.
JOHN DRYDEN

Advantage Modesty Proud
Love is love’s reward.
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Love One Liner Reward
Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
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Beautiful Dangerous Surface Way
No king nor nation one moment can retard the appointed hour.
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King Mad Moments Nation
Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
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Favorite Heaven Man
What passion cannot music raise and quell!
JOHN DRYDEN

Music Passion Raise
Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
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Degree River Sea
Light sufferings give us leisure to complain.
JOHN DRYDEN

Complain Leisure Light Suffering
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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Pain Pleasure Sweet
All heiresses are beautiful.
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Beautiful One Liner

Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.

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