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Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.

John Dryden

So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
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Death Dreams Heaven Herself Life Success
If the faults of men in orders are only to be judged among themselves, they are all in some sort parties; for, since they say the honour of their order is concerned in every member of it, how can we be sure that they will be impartial judges?
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Honor Judgement Man Member Mistake Order
He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
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Green Himself Youth
Plots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.
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Fake King Necessary Ruin True
Shakespeare was the Homer, or father of our dramatic poets;Jonson was theVirgil, the pattern of elaborate writing; I admire him, but I love Shakespeare.
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Admire Drama Father Himself Home Poet Writing
The conscience of a people is their power.
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Conscience People Power
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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Boast Born Death End Journey Live Man Place Sincere
Repentance is but want of power to sin.
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One Liner Power Regret Sin
Pride – Lord of human kind.
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Human Kind Pride
Mighty things from small beginnings grow.
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Beginning Growth Small
Tis a good thing to laugh at any rate; and if a straw can tickle a man, it is an instrument of happiness.
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Goodness Happiness Instrument Laughter Man Rate
Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
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Favorite Heaven Man
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
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Dance Foot Poetry
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
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Love Pain Pleasure
I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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Brown Easy Light Night
Sure there’s contagion in the tears of friends.
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Friendship Tears
Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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Hold Last Sweet
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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Pain Pleasure Sweet
There is a proud modesty in merit.
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Advantage Modesty Proud
A woman’s counsel brought us first to woe, And made her man his paradise forego, Where at heart’s ease he liv’d; and might have been As free from sorrow as he was from sin.
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Himself Man Paradise Sin Sorrow Woman
He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
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Fear Learning Lesson
War is the trade of kings.
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King One Liner Trade War
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
Murder may pass unpunished for a time, But tardy justice will overtake the crime.
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Crime Murder Punishment Time
Few know the use of life before ’tis past.
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Life Past
If passion rules, how weak does reason prove!
JOHN DRYDEN

Evidence Passion Reason Rule Weakness
Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
JOHN DRYDEN

Bold Fear Greatness Mask

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