Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne’er pardon who have done wrong.
JOHN DRYDENAll authors to their own defects are blind.
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Reason to rule, mercy to forgive: The first is law, the last prerogative. Life is an adventure in forgiveness.
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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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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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Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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Repartee is the soul of conversation.
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All heiresses are beautiful.
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When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
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Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
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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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Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
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All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
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For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
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All empire is no more than power in trust.
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As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
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War is the trade of kings.
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A narrow mind begets obstinacy; we do not easily believe what we cannot see.
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He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.
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Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.
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Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.
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He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
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Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
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Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
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Since a true knowledge of nature gives us pleasure, a lively imitation of it, either in poetry or painting, must produce a much greater; for both these arts are not only true imitations of nature, but of the best nature.
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Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
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Beware of the fury of the patient man.
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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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