Treason is greatest where trust is greatest.
JOHN DRYDENTruth is never to be expected from authors whose understanding is warped with enthusiasm.
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And that the Scriptures, though not everywhere Free from corruption, or entire, or clear, Are uncorrupt, sufficient, clear, entire In all things which our needful faith require.
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Sculptors are obliged to follow the manners of the painters, and to make many ample folds, which are unsufferable hardness, and more like a rock than a natural garment.
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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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Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
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We by art unteach what Nature taught.
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Mighty things from small beginnings grow.
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He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
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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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What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
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They, who would combat general authority with particular opinion, must first establish themselves a reputation of understanding better than other men.
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Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
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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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Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
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Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
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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.
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