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But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.

John Dryden

But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
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Himself Magic Walk
Time and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying.
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Death Finding Love Time Way
But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
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Numerous Talk Thinking
Mighty things from small beginnings grow.
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Beginning Growth Small
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
Some of our philosophizing divines have too much exalted the faculties of our souls, when they have maintained that by their force mankind has been able to find out God.
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Divine Faculty Force God Kind Man Philosophy
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
The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
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Death Man Thinking Virtue
At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.
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Hate Home Name Peace Soul
They say everything in the world is good for something.
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Goodness Karma World
Affability, mildness, tenderness, and a word which I would fain bring back to its original signification of virtue,–I mean good-nature,–are of daily use; they are the bread of mankind and staff of life.
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Life Man Origin Virtue Word
Take not away the life you cannot give: For all things have an equal right to live.
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Equality Life Live Right
Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
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Choice Fate Love
A happy genius is the gift of nature.
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Genius Gift Happy Nature
So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
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Fake Lying Silence
None are so busy as the fool and the knave.
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Busy Fools

But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.

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