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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.

John Dryden

Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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Bound Divison Greatness Intelligence Mad
Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.
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Beautiful Language Oneself
And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
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Plate Time Writing
Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
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Cheap Death Fame
There is a proud modesty in merit.
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Advantage Modesty Proud
None, none descends into himself, to find The secret imperfections of his mind: But every one is eagle-ey’d to see Another’s faults, and his deformity.
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Finding Himself Imperfection Mistake Secret
Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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Bitter Poem Satire
He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
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Fear Learning Lesson
He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.
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Author Himself Poet Theft Victory
Few know the use of life before ’tis past.
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Life Past
A narrow mind begets obstinacy; we do not easily believe what we cannot see.
JOHN DRYDEN

Believe Easy Invisible Mindset Unknown
Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she’s at rest, and so am I.
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Lying Myself Wife
Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.
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Kind Man Vice Virtue
Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate’s: Souls know no conquerors.
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Empty Enough Fortune Myself Soul
He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
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Himself Master Secret Servant Trust
Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
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Ourselves Photograph Thinking Word

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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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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