None, none descends into himself, to find The secret imperfections of his mind: But every one is eagle-ey’d to see Another’s faults, and his deformity.
JOHN DRYDENMerit challenges envy.
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None are so busy as the fool and the knave.
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Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
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Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.
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At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.
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Plots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.
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There’s a proud modesty in merit; averse from asking, and resolved to pay ten times the gifts it asks.
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War seldom enters but where wealth allures.
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I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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Great souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.
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Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.
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An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
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For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
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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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If the faults of men in orders are only to be judged among themselves, they are all in some sort parties; for, since they say the honour of their order is concerned in every member of it, how can we be sure that they will be impartial judges?
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Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
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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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Time and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying.
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He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
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And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
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They say everything in the world is good for something.
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They first condemn that first advised the ill.
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Pride – Lord of human kind.
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They live too long who happiness outlive.
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Love is love’s reward.
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Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
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