Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
JOHN DRYDENBeauty, 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.
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Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.
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For they can conquer who believe they can.
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Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
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Swift was the race, but short the time to run.
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Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.
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Trust on and think To-morrow will repay; To-morrow’s falser than the former day; Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blest With some new Joys, cuts off what we possest.
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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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And plenty makes us poor.
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If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
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Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
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I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
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Beware the fury of a patient man.
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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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Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate’s: Souls know no conquerors.
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Time and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying.
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