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Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.

John Dryden

Old age creeps on us where we think it night.
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Age Night Old Ourselves
Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
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Blind Willing Zeal
At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.
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Hate Home Name Peace Soul
Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
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Degree River Sea
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
Pride – Lord of human kind.
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Human Kind Pride
He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
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Fountain Goodness Sense
Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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Hold Last Sweet
There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
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Known Mad Pleasure
He who would search for pearls must dive below.
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Himself Pearl Search
When I consider life, ’tis all a cheat; Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think tomorrow will repay. Tomorrow’s falser than the former day.
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Cheat Day False Fools Life
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
He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
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Himself Scene
All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
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Absence Flower Sun Sweet Wake Up
Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she’s at rest, and so am I.
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Lying Myself Wife
None, none descends into himself, to find The secret imperfections of his mind: But every one is eagle-ey’d to see Another’s faults, and his deformity.
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Finding Himself Imperfection Mistake Secret

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