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He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.

John Dryden

A man is to be cheated into passion, but to be reasoned into truth.
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Cheating Man Passion Reason Truth
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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Enemy Forgiveness Greatness Injury Power Soul Time
All heiresses are beautiful.
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Beautiful One Liner
What, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o’er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?
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Age Empty Experience Known Start World
Griefs assured are felt before they come.
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Assurance Feeling Grief
What passion cannot music raise and quell!
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Music Passion Raise
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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Honor Judgement Man Member Mistake Order
An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
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Benefit Fate Pleasure Relate Sorrow Time
But love’s a malady without a cure.
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Cure Love
Repentance is but want of power to sin.
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One Liner Power Regret Sin
None would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain; And, from the dregs of life, think to receive, What the first sprightly running could not give.
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Hope Life Live Pleasure Run Thinking
Old age creeps on us where we think it night.
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Age Night Old Ourselves
All authors to their own defects are blind.
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Author Blind Defect
So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
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Fake Lying Silence
Deathless laurel is the victor’s due.
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Death Due
Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
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Ourselves Photograph Thinking Word

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