Virtue is her own reward.
JOHN DRYDENFiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.
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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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Parting is worse than death; it is death of love!
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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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There’s a proud modesty in merit; averse from asking, and resolved to pay ten times the gifts it asks.
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Fool that I was, upon my eagle’s wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
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They think too little who talk too much.
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Virgil and Horace were the severest writers of the severest age.
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All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
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For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
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The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.
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Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
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Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
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An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
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The trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
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We by art unteach what Nature taught.
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