So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
JOHN DRYDEN
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So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
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The winds are out of breath.
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Politicians neither love nor hate.
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For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
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Be slow to resolve, but quick in performance.
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Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
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Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.
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We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.
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As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
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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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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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It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, can rule nothing, but is ruled by prudence.
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Pity melts the mind to love.
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Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
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I never saw any good that came of telling truth.
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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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