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Dancing is the poetry of the foot.

John Dryden

Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.
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Creation Earth Eyes Man Mom Sky Soft
Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
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Live Lost Luxury People Public
Nor is the people’s judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few.
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Judgment People True
To die for faction is a common evil, But to be hanged for nonsense is the devil.
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Common Death Devil Evil
Beware the fury of a patient man.
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Fury Man Patience
None, none descends into himself, to find The secret imperfections of his mind: But every one is eagle-ey’d to see Another’s faults, and his deformity.
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Finding Himself Imperfection Mistake Secret
If all the world be worth thy winning. / Think, oh think it worth enjoying: / Lovely Thaïs sits beside thee, / Take the good the gods provide thee.
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God Goodness Love Thinking World
War seldom enters but where wealth allures.
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Seldom War Wealth
I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
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Freedom Man Nature Run Savage Wild
None are so busy as the fool and the knave.
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Busy Fools
Order is the greatest grace.
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Greatness One Liner Order Peace
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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Beautiful Language Oneself
If passion rules, how weak does reason prove!
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Evidence Passion Reason Rule Weakness
Merit challenges envy.
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Advantage Jealous One Liner
Trust on and think To-morrow will repay; To-morrow’s falser than the former day; Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blest With some new Joys, cuts off what we possest.
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Fake Happiness Thinking Trust
Pride – Lord of human kind.
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Human Kind Pride

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