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Honor is but an empty bubble.

John Dryden

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
When a man’s life is under debate, The judge can ne’er too long deliberate.
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Judgement Life Man
Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
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Myself Old Power Remember
If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
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Live Past Remember Thankful
Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
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Human Kind Mindset Worst
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
Politicians neither love nor hate.
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Hate Love Politics
The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature’s eye.
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Eyes Heaven Nature
None would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain; And, from the dregs of life, think to receive, What the first sprightly running could not give.
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Hope Life Live Pleasure Run Thinking
I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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Brown Easy Light Night
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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Life Man Origin Virtue Word
What, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o’er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?
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Age Empty Experience Known Start World
Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
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Children Crave Growth Man
Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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Hold Last Sweet
So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
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Fake Lying Silence
They think too little who talk too much.
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Talk Thinking

Honor is but an empty bubble.

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