Great souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.
JOHN DRYDENBe slow to resolve, but quick in performance.
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Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
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Reason to rule, mercy to forgive: The first is law, the last prerogative. Life is an adventure in forgiveness.
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Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
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The 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.
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The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
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Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.
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They think too little who talk too much.
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Since a true knowledge of nature gives us pleasure, a lively imitation of it, either in poetry or painting, must produce a much greater; for both these arts are not only true imitations of nature, but of the best nature.
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All empire is no more than power in trust.
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There is a proud modesty in merit.
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For they can conquer who believe they can.
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O freedom, first delight of human kind!
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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.
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Self-defense is Nature’s eldest law.
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Virgil and Horace were the severest writers of the severest age.
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The bravest men are subject most to chance.
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He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
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The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.
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Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject’s sole prerogative.
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Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
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For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?
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Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.
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Sculptors are obliged to follow the manners of the painters, and to make many ample folds, which are unsufferable hardness, and more like a rock than a natural garment.
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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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Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.
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