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For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.

John Dryden

Sculptors are obliged to follow the manners of the painters, and to make many ample folds, which are unsufferable hardness, and more like a rock than a natural garment.
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Follow Natural Obligation Paint Rock Sculptor
The conscience of a people is their power.
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Conscience People Power
Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
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Grace Known Order Place
Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she’s at rest, and so am I.
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Lying Myself Wife
Hushed as midnight silence.
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One Liner Silence
Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
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Choice Fate Love
He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
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Green Himself Youth
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
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Decay Monarch Obedience Subject
Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.
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Brave Despair Happiness
Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
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Nature Obligation Response Trust
Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
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Body Break Preservation Shame Spirit
Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.
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Himself Loss See Vice
War is the trade of kings.
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King One Liner Trade War
For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?
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Bound Drink Food Live Power Thinking
Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne’er pardon who have done wrong.
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Forgiveness Injury Wrong
While I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day.
JOHN DRYDEN

Day Eyes Round Shade Sight Soul

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