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

John Dryden

Plots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.
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Fake King Necessary Ruin True
He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
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Himself Scene
For they can conquer who believe they can.
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Believe Conquer
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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Freedom Man Nature Run Savage Wild
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
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Alone Day Happiness Live Man Myself Secure Worst
All delays are dangerous in war.
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Dangerous Delay War
All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
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Glitter Gold
He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
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Green Himself Youth
And love’s the noblest frailty of the mind.
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Fragile Love Mindset
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
Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass’d; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she join’d the former two.
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Age Distant Force Herself Nature Poet
Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
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Children Crave Growth Man
Self-defense is Nature’s eldest law.
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Defense Law Nature
Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.
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Build Destroy
And plenty makes us poor.
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Poor
Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she’s at rest, and so am I.
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Lying Myself Wife

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

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