The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.
JOHN DRYDENAn hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
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Time glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.
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Sure there’s contagion in the tears of friends.
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Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
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Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
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Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
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Great souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.
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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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No king nor nation one moment can retard the appointed hour.
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War is the trade of kings.
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But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
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Love and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend: Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before.
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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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They first condemn that first advised the ill.
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They live too long who happiness outlive.
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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.
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He who would search for pearls must dive below.
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Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
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Love is love’s reward.
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God never made his work for man to mend.
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Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the’ appointed place we tend; The world’s an inn, and death the journey’s end.
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Shakespeare was the Homer, or father of our dramatic poets;Jonson was theVirgil, the pattern of elaborate writing; I admire him, but I love Shakespeare.
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When we view elevated ideas of Nature, the result of that view is admiration, which is always the cause of pleasure.
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The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
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All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
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Virtue is her own reward.
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