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.
JOHN DRYDENImagining 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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A farce is that in poetry which grotesque (caricature) is in painting. The persons and actions of a farce are all unnatural, and the manners false, that is, inconsistent with the characters of mankind; and grotesque painting is the just resemblance of this.
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Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
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Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
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For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
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He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
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Pride – Lord of human kind.
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More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store.
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There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
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Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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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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Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.
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Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.
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Sure there is none but fears a future state; And when the most obdurate swear they do not, Their trembling hearts belie their boasting tongues.
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Hushed as midnight silence.
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He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
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We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.
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Nor is the people’s judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few.
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Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.
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Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
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Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
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As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
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A narrow mind begets obstinacy; we do not easily believe what we cannot see.
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They think too little who talk too much.
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Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she’s at rest, and so am I.
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Good sense and good-nature are never separated, though the ignorant world has thought otherwise. Good-nature, by which I mean beneficence and candor, is the product of right reason.
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