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Sure there is none but fears a future state; And when the most obdurate swear they do not, Their trembling hearts belie their boasting tongues.

John Dryden

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.
JOHN DRYDEN

Goodness Ignorance Nature Reason Right World
They say everything in the world is good for something.
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Goodness Karma World
He who would search for pearls must dive below.
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Himself Pearl Search
Time glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.
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Discover Future Glide Haste Length Past
So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
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Fake Lying Silence
There is a proud modesty in merit.
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Advantage Modesty Proud
But how can finite grasp Infinity?
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Finite Grasp Infinity
He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
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Creation Dew Greatness Himself Morning Spirit
Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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Bound Divison Greatness Intelligence Mad
The winds are out of breath.
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Breathe Wind
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.
JOHN DRYDEN

Finding Himself Imperfection Mistake Secret
Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.
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Lost Mild Rage Sea Wind
For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
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Art Miss Mistake Nature
Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care To grant, before we can conclude the prayer: Preventing angels met it half the way, And sent us back to praise, who came to pray.
JOHN DRYDEN

Heaven Praise Prayer Promise
Shakespeare was the Homer, or father of our dramatic poets;Jonson was theVirgil, the pattern of elaborate writing; I admire him, but I love Shakespeare.
JOHN DRYDEN

Admire Drama Father Himself Home Poet Writing
But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
JOHN DRYDEN

Himself Magic Walk

Sure there is none but fears a future state; And when the most obdurate swear they do not, Their trembling hearts belie their boasting tongues.

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Sure there is none but fears a future state; And when the most obdurate swear they do not, Their trembling hearts belie their boasting tongues.

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