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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.

John Dryden

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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Charge Mindset Revenge Sharp
He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.
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Author Himself Poet Theft Victory
For those whom God to ruin has design’d, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
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Design God Mindset Ruin
Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
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Guilty Reveal Secret Silence
Virgil and Horace were the severest writers of the severest age.
JOHN DRYDEN

Age Writing
Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass’d; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she join’d the former two.
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Age Distant Force Herself Nature Poet
I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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Brown Easy Light Night
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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Cheat Day False Fools Life
Merit challenges envy.
JOHN DRYDEN

Advantage Jealous One Liner
Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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Hold Last Sweet
Beware the fury of a patient man.
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Fury Man Patience
I’m a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I’ll rise and fight again.
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Fight Myself Rise Wound
He who would search for pearls must dive below.
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Himself Pearl Search
If thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.
JOHN DRYDEN

Bound Habit Slave Vice
But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
JOHN DRYDEN

Himself Magic Walk
Long pains, with use of bearing, are half eased.
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Erase Pain

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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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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