There is a proud modesty in merit.
JOHN DRYDEN
Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the’ appointed place we tend; The world’s an inn, and death the journey’s end.
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Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.
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Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
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Railing and praising were his usual themes; and both showed his judgment in extremes. Either over violent or over civil, so everyone to him was either god or devil.
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Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the’ appointed place we tend; The world’s an inn, and death the journey’s end.
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As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
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Sure there’s contagion in the tears of friends.
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Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she’s at rest, and so am I.
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Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
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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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Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
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Love is a passion Which kindles honor into noble acts.
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Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
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Presence of mind and courage in distress, Are more than arrives to procure success?
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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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