Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.
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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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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Hushed as midnight silence.
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The trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
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Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.
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Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
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Beware the fury of a patient man.
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Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
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Repentance is but want of power to sin.
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A farce is that in poetry which grotesque (caricature) is in painting. The persons and actions of a farce are all unnatural, and the manners false, that is, inconsistent with the characters of mankind; and grotesque painting is the just resemblance of this.
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Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.
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Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
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Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
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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.
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Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
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If passion rules, how weak does reason prove!
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