What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
JOHN DRYDENThey say everything in the world is good for something.
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An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
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Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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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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Repentance is but want of power to sin.
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War seldom enters but where wealth allures.
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More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store.
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Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
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I am resolved to grow fat and look young till forty, and then slip out of the world with the first wrinkle and the reputation of five-and-twenty.
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Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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None are so busy as the fool and the knave.
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Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.
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Beware of the fury of the patient man.
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Sculptors are obliged to follow the manners of the painters, and to make many ample folds, which are unsufferable hardness, and more like a rock than a natural garment.
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The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
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I never saw any good that came of telling truth.
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Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
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To die for faction is a common evil, But to be hanged for nonsense is the devil.
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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.
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At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.
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He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
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Love and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend: Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before.
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Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
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Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
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He who would search for pearls must dive below.
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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.
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