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For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.

John Dryden

Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
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Errors Flow Gratitude Surface
Light sufferings give us leisure to complain.
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Complain Leisure Light Suffering
Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.
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Different Fools Love Mindset Wisdom
Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.
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Action Essence Fiction Human Poetry Story
Love is love’s reward.
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Love One Liner Reward
Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.
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Claim Grave Rich Slave
For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
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Children Edge Fools Secret Tools
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
Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.
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Build Destroy
They live too long who happiness outlive.
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Happiness Live
While I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day.
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Day Eyes Round Shade Sight Soul
Time and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying.
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Death Finding Love Time Way
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
And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
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Plate Time Writing
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
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Dance Foot Poetry
Griefs assured are felt before they come.
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Assurance Feeling Grief

For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.

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