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Mighty things from small beginnings grow.

John Dryden

The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature’s eye.
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Eyes Heaven Nature
So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
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Fake Lying Silence
Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
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Children Crave Growth Man
Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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Bitter Poem Satire
Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts.
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Confidence Fact Known
But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.
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Desire Hands Nature Sick Sin
Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
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Live Lost Luxury People Public
Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.
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Claim Grave Rich Slave
They live too long who happiness outlive.
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Happiness Live
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
All objects lose by too familiar a view.
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Familiar Lose Object View
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
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
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Decay Monarch Obedience Subject
And love’s the noblest frailty of the mind.
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Fragile Love Mindset
Desire of greatness is a godlike sin.
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Desire God Greatness Sin
I’m a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I’ll rise and fight again.
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Fight Myself Rise Wound

Mighty things from small beginnings grow.

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