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Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.

John Dryden

Affability, mildness, tenderness, and a word which I would fain bring back to its original signification of virtue,–I mean good-nature,–are of daily use; they are the bread of mankind and staff of life.
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Life Man Origin Virtue Word
Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.
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Lost Mild Rage Sea Wind
All authors to their own defects are blind.
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Author Blind Defect
Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject’s sole prerogative.
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Freedom Subject Thrive
All delays are dangerous in war.
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Dangerous Delay War
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
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Decay Monarch Obedience Subject
Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
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Elegant Flower Heaven Western
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
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Love Pain Pleasure
If the faults of men in orders are only to be judged among themselves, they are all in some sort parties; for, since they say the honour of their order is concerned in every member of it, how can we be sure that they will be impartial judges?
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Honor Judgement Man Member Mistake Order
O freedom, first delight of human kind!
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Delight Freedom Human Kind
A happy genius is the gift of nature.
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Genius Gift Happy Nature
But how can finite grasp Infinity?
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Finite Grasp Infinity
Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
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Cheap Death Fame
Griefs assured are felt before they come.
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Assurance Feeling Grief
Light sufferings give us leisure to complain.
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Complain Leisure Light Suffering
He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
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Thinking Unknown Whistle

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