But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.
JOHN DRYDENBe slow to resolve, but quick in performance.
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But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.
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Imagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints.
JOHN DRYDENImagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints.
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Self-defense is Nature’s eldest law.
JOHN DRYDENSelf-defense is Nature’s eldest law.
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All delays are dangerous in war.
JOHN DRYDENAll delays are dangerous in war.
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If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
JOHN DRYDENIf you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
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The conscience of a people is their power.
JOHN DRYDENThe conscience of a people is their power.
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So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
JOHN DRYDENSo softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
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Light sufferings give us leisure to complain.
JOHN DRYDENLight sufferings give us leisure to complain.
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Treason is greatest where trust is greatest.
JOHN DRYDENTreason is greatest where trust is greatest.
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What, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o’er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?
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While I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day.
JOHN DRYDENWhile I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day.
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War is the trade of kings.
JOHN DRYDENWar is the trade of kings.
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Sweet is pleasure after pain.
JOHN DRYDENSweet is pleasure after pain.
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The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
JOHN DRYDENThe secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
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Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
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He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
JOHN DRYDENHe who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
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