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All objects lose by too familiar a view.

John Dryden

Sculptors are obliged to follow the manners of the painters, and to make many ample folds, which are unsufferable hardness, and more like a rock than a natural garment.
JOHN DRYDEN

Follow Natural Obligation Paint Rock Sculptor
Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.
JOHN DRYDEN

Beautiful Language Oneself
We can never be grieved for their miseries who are thoroughly wicked, and have thereby justly called their calamities on themselves.
JOHN DRYDEN

Adversity Grief Misery Wicket
Old age creeps on us where we think it night.
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Age Night Old Ourselves
He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
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Green Himself Youth
Love is a passion Which kindles honor into noble acts.
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Act Honor Love Passion
And plenty makes us poor.
JOHN DRYDEN

Poor
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.
JOHN DRYDEN

Fight Myself Rise Wound
All delays are dangerous in war.
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Dangerous Delay War
He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
JOHN DRYDEN

Creation Dew Greatness Himself Morning Spirit
Virgil and Horace were the severest writers of the severest age.
JOHN DRYDEN

Age Writing
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today: Be fair or foul or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed in spite of fate are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been has been, and I have had my hour.
JOHN DRYDEN

Live Myself Past Power Rain Shine Worst
Deathless laurel is the victor’s due.
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Death Due
Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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Bound Divison Greatness Intelligence Mad
As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
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Enemy One Liner Seek Shine
Be fair, or foul, or rain, or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
JOHN DRYDEN

Fair Fate Myself Possession Rain Shine Time

All objects lose by too familiar a view.

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