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An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.

John Dryden

All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
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Decay Monarch Obedience Subject
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
He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
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Himself Master Secret Servant Trust
Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.
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Affection Goodness Grace Principal
Reason to rule, mercy to forgive: The first is law, the last prerogative. Life is an adventure in forgiveness.
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Adventure First Forgiveness Reason Rule
To die for faction is a common evil, But to be hanged for nonsense is the devil.
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Common Death Devil Evil
Railing and praising were his usual themes; and both showed his judgment in extremes. Either over violent or over civil, so everyone to him was either god or devil.
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Himself Judgement Praise Theme
Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
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Myself Old Power Remember
Griefs assured are felt before they come.
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Assurance Feeling Grief
Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate’s: Souls know no conquerors.
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Empty Enough Fortune Myself Soul
All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
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Glitter Gold
No king nor nation one moment can retard the appointed hour.
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King Mad Moments Nation
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.
JOHN DRYDEN

Action Essence Fiction Human Poetry Story
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.
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Day Eyes Round Shade Sight Soul
Nor is the people’s judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few.
JOHN DRYDEN

Judgment People True
Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
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Bold Goodness Starve

An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.

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