An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
JOHN DRYDENNot sharp revenge, nor hell itself can find, A fiercer torment than a guilty mind, Which day and night doth dreadfully accuse, Condemns the wretch, and still the charge renews.
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Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
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Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
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Be slow to resolve, but quick in performance.
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Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
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All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
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Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
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God never made his work for man to mend.
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Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
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Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
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Love and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend: Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before.
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None but the brave deserve the fair.
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And plenty makes us poor.
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Time glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.
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An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
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