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Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.

John Dryden

For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
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Face Need See Truth
Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
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Infidelity Mysterious Thinking
Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne’er pardon who have done wrong.
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Forgiveness Injury Wrong
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
Many things impossible to thought have been by need to full perfection brought.
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Brought Impossible Need Perfection
He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
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Himself Master Secret Servant Trust
Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
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Eyes Feeling Ourselves Soul Tender Togetherness Touch
Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
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Beautiful Dangerous Surface Way
For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
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Art Miss Mistake Nature
When a man’s life is under debate, The judge can ne’er too long deliberate.
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Judgement Life Man
Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.
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Action Essence Fiction Human Poetry Story
As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
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Enemy One Liner Seek Shine
Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
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Live Lost Luxury People Public
Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.
JOHN DRYDEN

Continue End Goodness Grace Principal Virtue
Truth is never to be expected from authors whose understanding is warped with enthusiasm.
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Authors Enthusiasm Expectation Truth
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.
JOHN DRYDEN

Boast Born Death End Journey Live Man Place Sincere

Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.

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Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.

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