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So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.

John Dryden

Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.
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Affection Goodness Grace Principal
Sure there’s contagion in the tears of friends.
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Friendship Tears
All empire is no more than power in trust.
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Empire Power Trust
Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
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Blind Willing Zeal
The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.
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Himself Man Son Treat
Pride – Lord of human kind.
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Human Kind Pride
God never made his work for man to mend.
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God Man Mend Work
And plenty makes us poor.
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Poor
War is the trade of kings.
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King One Liner Trade War
Imagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints.
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Emotion Enthusiasm Height Imagination Paint Poet Soul
Good sense and good-nature are never separated, though the ignorant world has thought otherwise. Good-nature, by which I mean beneficence and candor, is the product of right reason.
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Goodness Ignorance Nature Reason Right World
If thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.
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Bound Habit Slave Vice
A good conscience is a port which is landlocked on every side, where no winds can possibly invade. There a man may not only see his own image, but that of his Maker, clearly reflected from the undisturbed waters.
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Conscience Goodness Image Man Reflection Water
And love’s the noblest frailty of the mind.
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Fragile Love Mindset
Honor is but an empty bubble.
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Empty Respect
Merit challenges envy.
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Advantage Jealous One Liner

So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.

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