Sure there is none but fears a future state; And when the most obdurate swear they do not, Their trembling hearts belie their boasting tongues.
JOHN DRYDENSatire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
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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.
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An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
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Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
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It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, can rule nothing, but is ruled by prudence.
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Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the’ appointed place we tend; The world’s an inn, and death the journey’s end.
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Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.
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Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
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Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject’s sole prerogative.
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If passion rules, how weak does reason prove!
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Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.
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No government has ever been, or can ever be, wherein time-servers and blockheads will not be uppermost.
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Welcome, thou kind deceiver! Thou best of thieves; who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves.
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Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
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O freedom, first delight of human kind!
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