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None but the brave deserve the fair.

John Dryden

No government has ever been, or can ever be, wherein time-servers and blockheads will not be uppermost.
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Block Government Time
He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
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Himself Scene
When I consider life, ’tis all a cheat; Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think tomorrow will repay. Tomorrow’s falser than the former day.
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Cheat Day False Fools Life
And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
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Plate Time Writing
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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Pain Pleasure Sweet
I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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Brown Easy Light Night
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
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
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Love Pain Pleasure
Beware the fury of a patient man.
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Fury Man Patience
None but the brave deserve the fair.
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Brave Deserve Fair
Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
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Myself Old Power Remember
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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Alone Day Happiness Live Man Myself Secure Worst
Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.
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Cement Foundation Knowledge Society Truth
A narrow mind begets obstinacy; we do not easily believe what we cannot see.
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Believe Easy Invisible Mindset Unknown
Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
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Infidelity Mysterious Thinking
Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
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Estate Himself Misery Money Sell Soul

None but the brave deserve the fair.

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