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And that the Scriptures, though not everywhere Free from corruption, or entire, or clear, Are uncorrupt, sufficient, clear, entire In all things which our needful faith require.

John Dryden

War seldom enters but where wealth allures.
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Seldom War Wealth
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
Welcome, thou kind deceiver! Thou best of thieves; who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves.
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Best Kind Ourselves Steal
Since 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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Best Give Up Knowledge Nature Production True
Beware the fury of a patient man.
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Fury Man Patience
Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
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Distance Flesh Goodness Present
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
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Absence Age Love Time
Order is the greatest grace.
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Greatness One Liner Order Peace
We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.
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Character Habit Inspirational Nature Ourselves
Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
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Human Kind Poetry Satire Vice
Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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Bitter Poem Satire
All heiresses are beautiful.
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Beautiful One Liner
The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature’s eye.
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Eyes Heaven Nature
Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
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Fresh Object Pity Sight
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
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
JOHN DRYDEN

Alone Day Happiness Live Man Myself Secure Worst

And that the Scriptures, though not everywhere Free from corruption, or entire, or clear, Are uncorrupt, sufficient, clear, entire In all things which our needful faith require.

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And that the Scriptures, though not everywhere Free from corruption, or entire, or clear, Are uncorrupt, sufficient, clear, entire In all things which our needful faith require.

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