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An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.

John Dryden

Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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Bitter Poem Satire
The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
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Act Generous Greatness Pleasure Secret
Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
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Elegant Flower Heaven Western
When a man’s life is under debate, The judge can ne’er too long deliberate.
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Judgement Life Man
Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
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Cheap Death Fame
The trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
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Excitement Loud
They think too little who talk too much.
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Talk Thinking
Treason is greatest where trust is greatest.
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Greatness Treason Trust
Time glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.
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Discover Future Glide Haste Length Past
A woman’s counsel brought us first to woe, And made her man his paradise forego, Where at heart’s ease he liv’d; and might have been As free from sorrow as he was from sin.
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Himself Man Paradise Sin Sorrow Woman
For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
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Children Edge Fools Secret Tools
Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
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Grace Known Order Place
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
There’s a proud modesty in merit; averse from asking, and resolved to pay ten times the gifts it asks.
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Gift Modesty Proud Time
Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
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Crime Oblivion
Those who write ill, and they who ne’er durst write, Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
JOHN DRYDEN

Criticism Revenge Writing

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