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John Dryden

Tis a good thing to laugh at any rate; and if a straw can tickle a man, it is an instrument of happiness.
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Goodness Happiness Instrument Laughter Man Rate
Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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Bitter Poem Satire
Love is love’s reward.
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Love One Liner Reward
For they can conquer who believe they can.
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Believe Conquer
If by the people you understand the multitude, the hoi polloi, ’tis no matter what they think; they are sometimes in the right, sometimes in the wrong; their judgment is a mere lottery.
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Judgement People Thinking Understand Wrong
Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
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Grace Known Order Place
None but the brave deserve the fair.
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Brave Deserve Fair
Be slow to resolve, but quick in performance.
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Performance Quick Slow
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.
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Fight Myself Rise Wound
Repartee is the soul of conversation.
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Conversation One Liner Soul
Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
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Human Kind Poetry Satire Vice
Self-defense is Nature’s eldest law.
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Defense Law Nature
For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?
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Bound Drink Food Live Power Thinking
He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
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Thinking Unknown Whistle
Honor is but an empty bubble.
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Empty Respect
Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.
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Build Destroy

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