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

John Dryden

Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
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Better Health Himself Man Work
Honor is but an empty bubble.
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Empty Respect
Those who write ill, and they who ne’er durst write, Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
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Criticism Revenge Writing
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
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
Be slow to resolve, but quick in performance.
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Performance Quick Slow
Affability, mildness, tenderness, and a word which I would fain bring back to its original signification of virtue,–I mean good-nature,–are of daily use; they are the bread of mankind and staff of life.
JOHN DRYDEN

Life Man Origin Virtue Word
A happy genius is the gift of nature.
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Genius Gift Happy Nature
Men’s virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes.
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Crime Freedom Tax Virtue
The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
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Gift Heaven Liberty Life Love
I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
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Freedom Man Nature Run Savage Wild
Treason is greatest where trust is greatest.
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Greatness Treason Trust
Long pains, with use of bearing, are half eased.
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Erase Pain
Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
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Myself Poverty Soul Virtue Warm
Pity melts the mind to love.
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Love Mindset Pity
Time glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.
JOHN DRYDEN

Discover Future Glide Haste Length Past

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

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