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.
JOHN DRYDENBlown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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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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Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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Treason is greatest where trust is greatest.
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Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
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Deathless laurel is the victor’s due.
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To die for faction is a common evil, But to be hanged for nonsense is the devil.
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Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
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An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
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Self-defense is Nature’s eldest law.
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None but the brave deserve the fair.
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Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
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He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
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He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
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So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
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When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
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They, who would combat general authority with particular opinion, must first establish themselves a reputation of understanding better than other men.
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Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
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A narrow mind begets obstinacy; we do not easily believe what we cannot see.
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There is a proud modesty in merit.
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Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.
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The winds are out of breath.
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War seldom enters but where wealth allures.
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And plenty makes us poor.
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Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
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Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
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