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John Dryden

Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
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Beautiful Dangerous Surface Way
Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
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Myself Poverty Soul Virtue Warm
For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
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Face Need See Truth
Old age creeps on us where we think it night.
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Age Night Old Ourselves
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.
JOHN DRYDEN

Life Man Origin Virtue Word
Order is the greatest grace.
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Greatness One Liner Order Peace
The bravest men are subject most to chance.
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Brave Chance Man Subject
Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.
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Build Destroy
But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
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Numerous Talk Thinking
He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
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Fountain Goodness Sense
What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
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Dew Precious Pursue Track Young
For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
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Age Devour Pleasure Taste Youth
None, none descends into himself, to find The secret imperfections of his mind: But every one is eagle-ey’d to see Another’s faults, and his deformity.
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Finding Himself Imperfection Mistake Secret
For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
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Children Edge Fools Secret Tools
We can never be grieved for their miseries who are thoroughly wicked, and have thereby justly called their calamities on themselves.
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Adversity Grief Misery Wicket
Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
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Appetite Digestion Quick Yourself

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