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Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject’s sole prerogative.

John Dryden

Good sense and good-nature are never separated, though the ignorant world has thought otherwise. Good-nature, by which I mean beneficence and candor, is the product of right reason.
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Goodness Ignorance Nature Reason Right World
Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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Bitter Poem Satire
Repartee is the soul of conversation.
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Conversation One Liner Soul
What, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o’er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?
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Age Empty Experience Known Start World
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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Better Health Himself Man Work
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
But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.
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Desire Hands Nature Sick Sin
The trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
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Excitement Loud
As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
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Enemy One Liner Seek Shine
And plenty makes us poor.
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Poor
Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
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Bold Goodness Starve
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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Hope Life Live Pleasure Run Thinking
Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
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Human Kind Poetry Satire Vice
Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.
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Continue End Goodness Grace Principal Virtue
Be slow to resolve, but quick in performance.
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Performance Quick Slow
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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Estate Himself Misery Money Sell Soul

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