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Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.

John Dryden

For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
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Art Miss Mistake Nature
He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
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Himself Master Secret Servant Trust
Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
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Courage Growth Heart
The bravest men are subject most to chance.
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Brave Chance Man Subject
All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
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Glitter Gold
O freedom, first delight of human kind!
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Delight Freedom Human Kind
Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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Bitter Poem Satire
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
All delays are dangerous in war.
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Dangerous Delay War
Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne’er pardon who have done wrong.
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Forgiveness Injury Wrong
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
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
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Alone Day Happiness Live Man Myself Secure Worst
Many things impossible to thought have been by need to full perfection brought.
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Brought Impossible Need Perfection
Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
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Errors Flow Gratitude Surface
Plots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.
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Fake King Necessary Ruin True
To die for faction is a common evil, But to be hanged for nonsense is the devil.
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Common Death Devil Evil

Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.

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