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O freedom, first delight of human kind!

John Dryden

What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
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Dew Precious Pursue Track Young
For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
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Devotion Ignorance Mom Myself Yourself
For they can conquer who believe they can.
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Believe Conquer
Love is a passion Which kindles honor into noble acts.
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Act Honor Love Passion
Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
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Fight King Mad Man Praise
They think too little who talk too much.
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Talk Thinking
Griefs assured are felt before they come.
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Assurance Feeling Grief
If thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.
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Bound Habit Slave Vice
I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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Brown Easy Light Night
Youth, beauty, graceful action seldom fail: But common interest always will prevail; And pity never ceases to be shown To him who makes the people’s wrongs his own.
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Action Beautiful Fall Grace Himself People Wrong Youth
When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
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Cheating Favor Fools Hope Life
Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
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Choice Fate Love
The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
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Death Man Thinking Virtue
Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
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Guilty Reveal Secret Silence
Imagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints.
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Emotion Enthusiasm Height Imagination Paint Poet Soul
Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.
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Claim Grave Rich Slave

O freedom, first delight of human kind!

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