For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?
JOHN DRYDENParting is worse than death; it is death of love!
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Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject’s sole prerogative.
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Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
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Those who write ill, and they who ne’er durst write, Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
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And love’s the noblest frailty of the mind.
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A man is to be cheated into passion, but to be reasoned into truth.
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Few know the use of life before ’tis past.
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Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
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Mighty things from small beginnings grow.
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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.
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All heiresses are beautiful.
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Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
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Griefs assured are felt before they come.
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And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
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Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne’er pardon who have done wrong.
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They say everything in the world is good for something.
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All objects lose by too familiar a view.
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Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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Sure there’s contagion in the tears of friends.
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Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
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Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
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For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
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But love’s a malady without a cure.
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Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.
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Repartee is the soul of conversation.
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What passion cannot music raise and quell!
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Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
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