Beware of the fury of the patient man.
JOHN DRYDENWhile I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day.
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Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
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If the faults of men in orders are only to be judged among themselves, they are all in some sort parties; for, since they say the honour of their order is concerned in every member of it, how can we be sure that they will be impartial judges?
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Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
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But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
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Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.
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Honor is but an empty bubble.
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But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.
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War seldom enters but where wealth allures.
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For those whom God to ruin has design’d, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
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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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War is the trade of kings.
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But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
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Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
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Swift was the race, but short the time to run.
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Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
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