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Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.

John Dryden

We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.
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Chance Hot Iron Leisure
Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
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Appetite Digestion Quick Yourself
They think too little who talk too much.
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Talk Thinking
Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.
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Fly Joy Youth
Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
JOHN DRYDEN

Beautiful Dangerous Surface Way
Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
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Death End Grave Kind Mourn
Repentance is but want of power to sin.
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One Liner Power Regret Sin
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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Fortune Madness Prudence Rule
All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
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Glitter Gold
All heiresses are beautiful.
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Beautiful One Liner
Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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Bound Divison Greatness Intelligence Mad
Beware the fury of a patient man.
JOHN DRYDEN

Fury Man Patience
More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store.
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Desire Hungry Liberty Store
Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
JOHN DRYDEN

Elegant Flower Heaven Western
Affability, mildness, tenderness, and a word which I would fain bring back to its original signification of virtue,–I mean good-nature,–are of daily use; they are the bread of mankind and staff of life.
JOHN DRYDEN

Life Man Origin Virtue Word
Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
JOHN DRYDEN

Estate Himself Misery Money Sell Soul

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