Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
JOHN DRYDEN
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Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
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Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
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The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
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Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
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The bravest men are subject most to chance.
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Many things impossible to thought have been by need to full perfection brought.
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Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today: Be fair or foul or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed in spite of fate are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been has been, and I have had my hour.
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Not sharp revenge, nor hell itself can find, A fiercer torment than a guilty mind, Which day and night doth dreadfully accuse, Condemns the wretch, and still the charge renews.
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Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.
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Take not away the life you cannot give: For all things have an equal right to live.
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Long pains, with use of bearing, are half eased.
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Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
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None are so busy as the fool and the knave.
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Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
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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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But love’s a malady without a cure.
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He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
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