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Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.

John Dryden

He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
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Green Himself Youth
Imagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints.
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Emotion Enthusiasm Height Imagination Paint Poet Soul
Pride – Lord of human kind.
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Human Kind Pride
Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
JOHN DRYDEN

Appetite Digestion Quick Yourself
Trust on and think To-morrow will repay; To-morrow’s falser than the former day; Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blest With some new Joys, cuts off what we possest.
JOHN DRYDEN

Fake Happiness Thinking Trust
Take not away the life you cannot give: For all things have an equal right to live.
JOHN DRYDEN

Equality Life Live Right
Love is love’s reward.
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Love One Liner Reward
Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
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Fight King Mad Man Praise
When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
JOHN DRYDEN

Cheating Favor Fools Hope Life
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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Adversity Grief Misery Wicket
They that possess the prince possess the laws.
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Law Possession Prince
Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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Bound Divison Greatness Intelligence Mad
We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.
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Chance Hot Iron Leisure
Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
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Grace Known Order Place
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.
JOHN DRYDEN

Lost Mild Rage Sea Wind
At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.
JOHN DRYDEN

Hate Home Name Peace Soul

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