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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

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
Griefs assured are felt before they come.
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Assurance Feeling Grief
Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
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Crime Oblivion
All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
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Absence Flower Sun Sweet Wake Up
Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.
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Build Destroy
Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
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Bold Goodness Starve
Tis a good thing to laugh at any rate; and if a straw can tickle a man, it is an instrument of happiness.
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Goodness Happiness Instrument Laughter Man Rate
Fool that I was, upon my eagle’s wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
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Eagle Fools Mount Myself Wings
We by art unteach what Nature taught.
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Art Nature Teaching
Not sharp revenge, nor hell itself can find, A fiercer torment than a guilty mind, Which day and night doth dreadfully accuse, Condemns the wretch, and still the charge renews.
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Charge Mindset Revenge Sharp
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
Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
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Favorite Heaven Man
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.
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Lost Mild Rage Sea Wind
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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Future Heart State Tongue Tremble
Great souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.
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Enemy Forgiveness Greatness Injury Power Soul Time
And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
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Plate Time Writing

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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