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Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.

John Dryden

The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature’s eye.
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Eyes Heaven Nature
None but the brave deserve the fair.
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Brave Deserve Fair
The conscience of a people is their power.
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Conscience People Power
Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
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Human Kind Poetry Satire Vice
Beware of the fury of the patient man.
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Beware Man Patience
He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
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Green Himself Youth
All authors to their own defects are blind.
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Author Blind Defect
Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
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Appetite Digestion Quick Yourself
We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.
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Chance Hot Iron Leisure
Repartee is the soul of conversation.
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Conversation One Liner Soul
O freedom, first delight of human kind!
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Delight Freedom Human Kind
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
He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
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Himself Scene
Tis a good thing to laugh at any rate; and if a straw can tickle a man, it is an instrument of happiness.
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Goodness Happiness Instrument Laughter Man Rate
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
If thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.
JOHN DRYDEN

Bound Habit Slave Vice

Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.

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