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Words are but pictures of our thoughts.

John Dryden

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
Tis a good thing to laugh at any rate; and if a straw can tickle a man, it is an instrument of happiness.
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Goodness Happiness Instrument Laughter Man Rate
Love is a passion Which kindles honor into noble acts.
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Act Honor Love Passion
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
Repartee is the soul of conversation.
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Conversation One Liner Soul
Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
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Blind Willing Zeal
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
The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
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Death Man Thinking Virtue
The winds are out of breath.
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Breathe Wind
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
A good conscience is a port which is landlocked on every side, where no winds can possibly invade. There a man may not only see his own image, but that of his Maker, clearly reflected from the undisturbed waters.
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Conscience Goodness Image Man Reflection Water
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
The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
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Act Generous Greatness Pleasure Secret
Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
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Fools One Liner Patriot
Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
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Myself Old Power Remember
Time glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.
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Discover Future Glide Haste Length Past

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