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Tis a good thing to laugh at any rate; and if a straw can tickle a man, it is an instrument of happiness.

John Dryden

Fiction 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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Action Essence Fiction Human Poetry Story
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today: Be fair or foul or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed in spite of fate are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been has been, and I have had my hour.
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Live Myself Past Power Rain Shine Worst
I never saw any good that came of telling truth.
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Goodness Myself Talk Truth
Silence in times of suffering is the best.
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Best Silence Suffering Time
The conscience of a people is their power.
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Conscience People Power
Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
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Ourselves Photograph Thinking Word
Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.
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Cement Foundation Knowledge Society Truth
But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
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Himself Magic Walk
Youth, beauty, graceful action seldom fail: But common interest always will prevail; And pity never ceases to be shown To him who makes the people’s wrongs his own.
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Action Beautiful Fall Grace Himself People Wrong Youth
If all the world be worth thy winning. / Think, oh think it worth enjoying: / Lovely Thaïs sits beside thee, / Take the good the gods provide thee.
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God Goodness Love Thinking World
He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
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Fear Learning Lesson
God never made his work for man to mend.
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God Man Mend Work
The trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
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Excitement Loud
Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
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Eyes Feeling Ourselves Soul Tender Togetherness Touch
But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.
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Desire Hands Nature Sick Sin
It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, can rule nothing, but is ruled by prudence.
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Fortune Madness Prudence Rule

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