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Among our crimes oblivion may be set.

John Dryden

The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.
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Boil Nature Rise
We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.
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Chance Hot Iron Leisure
Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she’s at rest, and so am I.
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Lying Myself Wife
I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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Brown Easy Light Night
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
Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
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Better Health Himself Man Work
Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
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Care Destroy Happiness Man Thinking
All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
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Absence Flower Sun Sweet Wake Up
Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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Bound Divison Greatness Intelligence Mad
For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
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Happiness Kind Man Sadness
Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
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Human Kind Poetry Satire Vice
More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store.
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Desire Hungry Liberty Store
We can never be grieved for their miseries who are thoroughly wicked, and have thereby justly called their calamities on themselves.
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Adversity Grief Misery Wicket
Hushed as midnight silence.
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One Liner Silence
Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.
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Fly Joy Youth
Pride – Lord of human kind.
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Human Kind Pride

Among our crimes oblivion may be set.

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