Truth is the object of our understanding, as good is of our will; and the understanding can no more be delighted with a lie than the will can choose an apparent evil.
JOHN DRYDENSince a true knowledge of nature gives us pleasure, a lively imitation of it, either in poetry or painting, must produce a much greater; for both these arts are not only true imitations of nature, but of the best nature.
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Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass’d; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she join’d the former two.
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Not 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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Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.
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So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
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I’m a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I’ll rise and fight again.
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Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts.
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Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
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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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He who would search for pearls must dive below.
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But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
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Beware the fury of a patient man.
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Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject’s sole prerogative.
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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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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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What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
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