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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.

John Dryden

Deathless laurel is the victor’s due.
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Death Due
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
I am resolved to grow fat and look young till forty, and then slip out of the world with the first wrinkle and the reputation of five-and-twenty.
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Growth Myself Reputation Young
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
Griefs assured are felt before they come.
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Assurance Feeling Grief
For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
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Art Miss Mistake Nature
He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
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Thinking Unknown Whistle
Honor is but an empty bubble.
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Empty Respect
A narrow mind begets obstinacy; we do not easily believe what we cannot see.
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Believe Easy Invisible Mindset Unknown
Silence in times of suffering is the best.
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Best Silence Suffering Time
All authors to their own defects are blind.
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Author Blind Defect
Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
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Myself Old Power Remember
Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
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Cheap Death Fame
Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
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Courage Growth Heart
Love and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend: Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before.
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Friendship Love Price Time Treat
Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.
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Beautiful Language Oneself

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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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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