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Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.

John Dryden

A farce is that in poetry which grotesque (caricature) is in painting. The persons and actions of a farce are all unnatural, and the manners false, that is, inconsistent with the characters of mankind; and grotesque painting is the just resemblance of this.
JOHN DRYDEN

Character Kind Man Natural Painting Person Poetry
Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
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Courage Growth Heart
Tis a good thing to laugh at any rate; and if a straw can tickle a man, it is an instrument of happiness.
JOHN DRYDEN

Goodness Happiness Instrument Laughter Man Rate
All heiresses are beautiful.
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Beautiful One Liner
Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
JOHN DRYDEN

Better Health Himself Man Work
He who would search for pearls must dive below.
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Himself Pearl Search
A good conscience is a port which is landlocked on every side, where no winds can possibly invade. There a man may not only see his own image, but that of his Maker, clearly reflected from the undisturbed waters.
JOHN DRYDEN

Conscience Goodness Image Man Reflection Water
Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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Bitter Poem Satire
Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
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Elegant Flower Heaven Western
Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.
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Cement Foundation Knowledge Society Truth
Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
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Live Lost Luxury People Public
I’m a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I’ll rise and fight again.
JOHN DRYDEN

Fight Myself Rise Wound
I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
JOHN DRYDEN

Freedom Man Nature Run Savage Wild
The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.
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Boil Nature Rise
There is a proud modesty in merit.
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Advantage Modesty Proud
Politicians neither love nor hate.
JOHN DRYDEN

Hate Love Politics

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