Be fair, or foul, or rain, or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
JOHN DRYDENIf 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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Time and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying.
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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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A narrow mind begets obstinacy; we do not easily believe what we cannot see.
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When a man’s life is under debate, The judge can ne’er too long deliberate.
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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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For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
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Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass’d; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she join’d the former two.
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All delays are dangerous in war.
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Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.
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Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
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Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
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Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
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For those whom God to ruin has design’d, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
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For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
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For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
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