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Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.

John Dryden

Affability, mildness, tenderness, and a word which I would fain bring back to its original signification of virtue,–I mean good-nature,–are of daily use; they are the bread of mankind and staff of life.
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Life Man Origin Virtue Word
He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
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Creation Dew Greatness Himself Morning Spirit
Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
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Crime Oblivion
A woman’s counsel brought us first to woe, And made her man his paradise forego, Where at heart’s ease he liv’d; and might have been As free from sorrow as he was from sin.
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Himself Man Paradise Sin Sorrow Woman
And that the Scriptures, though not everywhere Free from corruption, or entire, or clear, Are uncorrupt, sufficient, clear, entire In all things which our needful faith require.
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Corruption Faith Freedom Need Scripture Sufficient
So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
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Fake Lying Silence
He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.
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Author Himself Poet Theft Victory
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.
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Action Essence Fiction Human Poetry Story
Dreams are but interludes that fancy makes… Sometimes forgotten things, long cast behind Rush forward in the brain, and come to mind.
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Dreams Forget Forward Mindset Time
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
By education most have been misled.
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Direction Education One Liner
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.
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Character Kind Man Natural Painting Person Poetry
He who would search for pearls must dive below.
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Himself Pearl Search
Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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Bitter Poem Satire
All objects lose by too familiar a view.
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Familiar Lose Object View
The trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
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Excitement Loud

Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.

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