Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
JOHN DRYDENWhile I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day.
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I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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For they can conquer who believe they can.
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Hushed as midnight silence.
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A farce is that in poetry which grotesque (caricature) is in painting. The persons and actions of a farce are all unnatural, and the manners false, that is, inconsistent with the characters of mankind; and grotesque painting is the just resemblance of this.
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Love and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend: Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before.
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Virtue is her own reward.
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We by art unteach what Nature taught.
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When I consider life, ’tis all a cheat; Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think tomorrow will repay. Tomorrow’s falser than the former day.
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All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
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Treason is greatest where trust is greatest.
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Sure there is none but fears a future state; And when the most obdurate swear they do not, Their trembling hearts belie their boasting tongues.
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Some of our philosophizing divines have too much exalted the faculties of our souls, when they have maintained that by their force mankind has been able to find out God.
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Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
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Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she’s at rest, and so am I.
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