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Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.

John Dryden

Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
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Children Crave Growth Man
Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
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Cheap Death Fame
To die for faction is a common evil, But to be hanged for nonsense is the devil.
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Common Death Devil Evil
The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
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Death Man Thinking Virtue
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
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Decay Monarch Obedience Subject
They live too long who happiness outlive.
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Happiness Live
Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.
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Build Destroy
Silence in times of suffering is the best.
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Best Silence Suffering Time
Griefs assured are felt before they come.
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Assurance Feeling Grief
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
A good conscience is a port which is landlocked on every side, where no winds can possibly invade. There a man may not only see his own image, but that of his Maker, clearly reflected from the undisturbed waters.
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Conscience Goodness Image Man Reflection Water
An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
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Fear Horrible Ourselves Silence Temptation
He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
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Green Himself Youth
Good sense and good-nature are never separated, though the ignorant world has thought otherwise. Good-nature, by which I mean beneficence and candor, is the product of right reason.
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Goodness Ignorance Nature Reason Right World
For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
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Art Miss Mistake Nature
Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.
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Creation Earth Eyes Man Mom Sky Soft

Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.

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Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.

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