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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

For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?
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Bound Drink Food Live Power Thinking
All objects lose by too familiar a view.
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Familiar Lose Object View
Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.
JOHN DRYDEN

Cement Foundation Knowledge Society Truth
No government has ever been, or can ever be, wherein time-servers and blockheads will not be uppermost.
JOHN DRYDEN

Block Government Time
Mighty things from small beginnings grow.
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Beginning Growth Small
Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
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Ourselves Photograph Thinking Word
Time glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.
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Discover Future Glide Haste Length Past
Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
JOHN DRYDEN

Human Kind Poetry Satire Vice
Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.
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Build Destroy
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.
JOHN DRYDEN

Best Kind Ourselves Steal
Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
JOHN DRYDEN

Live Lost Luxury People Public
What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
JOHN DRYDEN

Dew Precious Pursue Track Young
So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
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Fake Lying Silence
Honor is but an empty bubble.
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Empty Respect
Fool that I was, upon my eagle’s wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
JOHN DRYDEN

Eagle Fools Mount Myself Wings
O freedom, first delight of human kind!
JOHN DRYDEN

Delight Freedom Human Kind

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.

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