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Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.

John Dryden

Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
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Infidelity Mysterious Thinking
Welcome, thou kind deceiver! Thou best of thieves; who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves.
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Best Kind Ourselves Steal
Honor is but an empty bubble.
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Empty Respect
Truth is the object of our understanding, as good is of our will; and the understanding can no more be delighted with a lie than the will can choose an apparent evil.
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Choice Delight Evil Lying Object Truth Understand
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
Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
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Guilty Reveal Secret Silence
The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
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Gift Heaven Liberty Life Love
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
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Love Pain Pleasure
Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
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Blind Willing Zeal
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
Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.
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Anger Cherish Disappear Forget
We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.
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Chance Hot Iron Leisure
For those whom God to ruin has design’d, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
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Design God Mindset Ruin
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
We can never be grieved for their miseries who are thoroughly wicked, and have thereby justly called their calamities on themselves.
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Adversity Grief Misery Wicket
Griefs assured are felt before they come.
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Assurance Feeling Grief

Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.

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