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For those whom God to ruin has design’d, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.

John Dryden

I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
JOHN DRYDEN

Brown Easy Light Night
The trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
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Excitement Loud
We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.
JOHN DRYDEN

Character Habit Inspirational Nature Ourselves
He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
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Himself Master Secret Servant Trust
He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
JOHN DRYDEN

Himself Scene
Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
JOHN DRYDEN

Guilty Reveal Secret Silence
A man is to be cheated into passion, but to be reasoned into truth.
JOHN DRYDEN

Cheating Man Passion Reason Truth
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
There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
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Known Mad Pleasure
Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
JOHN DRYDEN

Death End Grave Kind Mourn
He who would search for pearls must dive below.
JOHN DRYDEN

Himself Pearl Search
Politicians neither love nor hate.
JOHN DRYDEN

Hate Love Politics
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
Honor is but an empty bubble.
JOHN DRYDEN

Empty Respect
Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
JOHN DRYDEN

Human Kind Poetry Satire Vice
Sure there’s contagion in the tears of friends.
JOHN DRYDEN

Friendship Tears

For those whom God to ruin has design’d, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.

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