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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

War is the trade of kings.
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King One Liner Trade War
When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
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Cheating Favor Fools Hope Life
A narrow mind begets obstinacy; we do not easily believe what we cannot see.
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Believe Easy Invisible Mindset Unknown
Repartee is the soul of conversation.
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Conversation One Liner Soul
And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
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Plate Time Writing
Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care To grant, before we can conclude the prayer: Preventing angels met it half the way, And sent us back to praise, who came to pray.
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Heaven Praise Prayer Promise
They think too little who talk too much.
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Talk Thinking
Truth is the object of our understanding, as good is of our will; and the understanding can no more be delighted with a lie than the will can choose an apparent evil.
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Choice Delight Evil Lying Object Truth Understand
Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
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Guilty Reveal Secret Silence
Griefs assured are felt before they come.
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Assurance Feeling Grief
We can never be grieved for their miseries who are thoroughly wicked, and have thereby justly called their calamities on themselves.
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Adversity Grief Misery Wicket
None but the brave deserve the fair.
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Brave Deserve Fair
None would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain; And, from the dregs of life, think to receive, What the first sprightly running could not give.
JOHN DRYDEN

Hope Life Live Pleasure Run Thinking
Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
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Children Crave Growth Man
He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
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Green Himself Youth
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.
JOHN DRYDEN

Fight Myself Rise Wound

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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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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