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Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.

John Dryden

All empire is no more than power in trust.
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Empire Power Trust
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
The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
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Act Generous Greatness Pleasure Secret
Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
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Grace Strength
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
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Death Fear Known
Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.
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Beautiful Language Oneself
For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?
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Bound Drink Food Live Power Thinking
So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
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Fake Lying Silence
We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.
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Character Habit Inspirational Nature Ourselves
Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.
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Cement Foundation Knowledge Society Truth
God never made his work for man to mend.
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God Man Mend Work
For those whom God to ruin has design’d, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
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Design God Mindset Ruin
Old age creeps on us where we think it night.
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Age Night Old Ourselves
The trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
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Excitement Loud
Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
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Grace Known Order Place
All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
JOHN DRYDEN

Glitter Gold

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