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Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.

John Dryden

Great souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.
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Enemy Forgiveness Greatness Injury Power Soul Time
None are so busy as the fool and the knave.
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Busy Fools
Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.
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Lost Mild Rage Sea Wind
What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
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Dew Precious Pursue Track Young
And love’s the noblest frailty of the mind.
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Fragile Love Mindset
Tis a good thing to laugh at any rate; and if a straw can tickle a man, it is an instrument of happiness.
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Goodness Happiness Instrument Laughter Man Rate
A man is to be cheated into passion, but to be reasoned into truth.
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Cheating Man Passion Reason Truth
The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
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Death Man Thinking Virtue
Few know the use of life before ’tis past.
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Life Past
An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
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Fear Horrible Ourselves Silence Temptation
At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.
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Hate Home Name Peace Soul
Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
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Degree River Sea
Since a true knowledge of nature gives us pleasure, a lively imitation of it, either in poetry or painting, must produce a much greater; for both these arts are not only true imitations of nature, but of the best nature.
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Best Give Up Knowledge Nature Production True
Light sufferings give us leisure to complain.
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Complain Leisure Light Suffering
All empire is no more than power in trust.
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Empire Power Trust
Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
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Favorite Heaven Man

Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.

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