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Shakespeare was the Homer, or father of our dramatic poets;Jonson was theVirgil, the pattern of elaborate writing; I admire him, but I love Shakespeare.

John Dryden

Light sufferings give us leisure to complain.
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Complain Leisure Light Suffering
The winds are out of breath.
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Breathe Wind
O freedom, first delight of human kind!
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Delight Freedom Human Kind
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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Corruption Faith Freedom Need Scripture Sufficient
And love’s the noblest frailty of the mind.
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Fragile Love Mindset
War seldom enters but where wealth allures.
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Seldom War Wealth
We can never be grieved for their miseries who are thoroughly wicked, and have thereby justly called their calamities on themselves.
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Adversity Grief Misery Wicket
Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
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Guilty Reveal Secret Silence
Reason to rule, mercy to forgive: The first is law, the last prerogative. Life is an adventure in forgiveness.
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Adventure First Forgiveness Reason Rule
So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
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Fake Lying Silence
Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.
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Affection Goodness Grace Principal
When we view elevated ideas of Nature, the result of that view is admiration, which is always the cause of pleasure.
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Ideas Nature Pleasure View
Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
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Infidelity Mysterious Thinking
For those whom God to ruin has design’d, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
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Design God Mindset Ruin
I am resolved to grow fat and look young till forty, and then slip out of the world with the first wrinkle and the reputation of five-and-twenty.
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Growth Myself Reputation Young
Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the’ appointed place we tend; The world’s an inn, and death the journey’s end.
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Boast Born Death End Journey Live Man Place Sincere

Shakespeare was the Homer, or father of our dramatic poets;Jonson was theVirgil, the pattern of elaborate writing; I admire him, but I love Shakespeare.

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