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By education most have been misled; So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.

John Dryden

Time and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying.
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Death Finding Love Time Way
If by the people you understand the multitude, the hoi polloi, ’tis no matter what they think; they are sometimes in the right, sometimes in the wrong; their judgment is a mere lottery.
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Judgement People Thinking Understand Wrong
He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
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Fountain Goodness Sense
He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
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Green Himself Youth
If thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.
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Bound Habit Slave Vice
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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Action Essence Fiction Human Poetry Story
For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
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Age Devour Pleasure Taste Youth
Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
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Fresh Object Pity Sight
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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Estate Himself Misery Money Sell Soul
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
He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
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Himself Scene
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
He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
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Himself Master Secret Servant Trust
All heiresses are beautiful.
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Beautiful One Liner
Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
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Bold Goodness Starve
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

By education most have been misled; So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.

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