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Sure there’s contagion in the tears of friends.

John Dryden

I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
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Freedom Man Nature Run Savage Wild
As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
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Enemy One Liner Seek Shine
While 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.
JOHN DRYDEN

Day Eyes Round Shade Sight Soul
He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
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Himself Scene
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
JOHN DRYDEN

Alone Day Happiness Live Man Myself Secure Worst
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
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Decay Monarch Obedience Subject
Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.
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Himself Loss See Vice
The winds are out of breath.
JOHN DRYDEN

Breathe Wind
Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the’ appointed place we tend; The world’s an inn, and death the journey’s end.
JOHN DRYDEN

Boast Born Death End Journey Live Man Place Sincere
Dreams are but interludes that fancy makes… Sometimes forgotten things, long cast behind Rush forward in the brain, and come to mind.
JOHN DRYDEN

Dreams Forget Forward Mindset Time
Pity melts the mind to love.
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Love Mindset Pity
None are so busy as the fool and the knave.
JOHN DRYDEN

Busy Fools
At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.
JOHN DRYDEN

Hate Home Name Peace Soul
Time glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.
JOHN DRYDEN

Discover Future Glide Haste Length Past
Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
JOHN DRYDEN

Appetite Digestion Quick Yourself
Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
JOHN DRYDEN

Ourselves Photograph Thinking Word

Sure there’s contagion in the tears of friends.

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