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 DRYDENFor they can conquer who believe they can.
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Order is the greatest grace.
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A woman’s counsel brought us first to woe, And made her man his paradise forego, Where at heart’s ease he liv’d; and might have been As free from sorrow as he was from sin.
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As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
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He who would search for pearls must dive below.
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I never saw any good that came of telling truth.
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Parting is worse than death; it is death of love!
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Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
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I’m a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I’ll rise and fight again.
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Virgil and Horace were the severest writers of the severest age.
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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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The bravest men are subject most to chance.
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Honor is but an empty bubble.
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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.
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Repartee is the soul of conversation.
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All delays are dangerous in war.
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For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
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For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
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All authors to their own defects are blind.
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Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
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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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Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
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The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.
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Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
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Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
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Many things impossible to thought have been by need to full perfection brought.
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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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