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Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today: 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 Dryden

None would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain; And, from the dregs of life, think to receive, What the first sprightly running could not give.
JOHN DRYDEN

Hope Life Live Pleasure Run Thinking
For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
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Art Miss Mistake Nature
Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
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Fools One Liner Patriot
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
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Death Fear Known
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today: 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 DRYDEN

Live Myself Past Power Rain Shine Worst
Silence in times of suffering is the best.
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Best Silence Suffering Time
Fool that I was, upon my eagle’s wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
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Eagle Fools Mount Myself Wings
Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
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Ourselves Photograph Thinking Word
Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
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Death End Grave Kind Mourn
So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
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Death Dreams Heaven Herself Life Success
Imagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints.
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Emotion Enthusiasm Height Imagination Paint Poet Soul
Truth is the object of our understanding, as good is of our will; and the understanding can no more be delighted with a lie than the will can choose an apparent evil.
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Choice Delight Evil Lying Object Truth Understand
But how can finite grasp Infinity?
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Finite Grasp Infinity
Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
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Body Break Preservation Shame Spirit
He who would search for pearls must dive below.
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Himself Pearl Search
Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
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Human Kind Mindset Worst
Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
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Degree River Sea
Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
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Fight King Mad Man Praise
For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
JOHN DRYDEN

Children Edge Fools Secret Tools
But love’s a malady without a cure.
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Cure Love
Some of our philosophizing divines have too much exalted the faculties of our souls, when they have maintained that by their force mankind has been able to find out God.
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Divine Faculty Force God Kind Man Philosophy
Repentance is but want of power to sin.
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One Liner Power Regret Sin
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
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Decay Monarch Obedience Subject
Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
JOHN DRYDEN

Human Kind Poetry Satire Vice
And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
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Plate Time Writing
We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.
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Chance Hot Iron Leisure
If passion rules, how weak does reason prove!
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Evidence Passion Reason Rule Weakness

Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today: 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.

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