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Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.

John Dryden

More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store.
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Desire Hungry Liberty Store
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
All objects lose by too familiar a view.
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Familiar Lose Object View
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
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Love Pain Pleasure
Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
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Ourselves Photograph Thinking Word
Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.
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Fly Joy Youth
While I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day.
JOHN DRYDEN

Day Eyes Round Shade Sight Soul
Mighty things from small beginnings grow.
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Beginning Growth Small
Parting is worse than death; it is death of love!
JOHN DRYDEN

Death Love Part Worst
There is a proud modesty in merit.
JOHN DRYDEN

Advantage Modesty Proud
Virgil and Horace were the severest writers of the severest age.
JOHN DRYDEN

Age Writing
For those whom God to ruin has design’d, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
JOHN DRYDEN

Design God Mindset Ruin
Time and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying.
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Death Finding Love Time Way
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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Pain Pleasure Sweet
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
Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
JOHN DRYDEN

Guilty Reveal Secret Silence

Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.

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