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

John Dryden

Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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Bitter Poem Satire
Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.
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Cement Foundation Knowledge Society Truth
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
Few know the use of life before ’tis past.
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Life Past
Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.
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Anger Cherish Disappear Forget
He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
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Green Himself Youth
Griefs assured are felt before they come.
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Assurance Feeling Grief
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
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Love Pain Pleasure
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
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Decay Monarch Obedience Subject
Merit challenges envy.
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Advantage Jealous One Liner
At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.
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Hate Home Name Peace Soul
Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
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Ourselves Photograph Thinking Word
When we view elevated ideas of Nature, the result of that view is admiration, which is always the cause of pleasure.
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Ideas Nature Pleasure View
The trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
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Excitement Loud
Treason is greatest where trust is greatest.
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Greatness Treason Trust
They live too long who happiness outlive.
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Happiness Live

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

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