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He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.

John Dryden

Welcome, thou kind deceiver! Thou best of thieves; who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves.
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Best Kind Ourselves Steal
Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
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Elegant Flower Heaven Western
Reason to rule, mercy to forgive: The first is law, the last prerogative. Life is an adventure in forgiveness.
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Adventure First Forgiveness Reason Rule
Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.
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Action Essence Fiction Human Poetry Story
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
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Decay Monarch Obedience Subject
Order is the greatest grace.
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Greatness One Liner Order Peace
And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
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Plate Time Writing
For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
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Happiness Kind Man Sadness
Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
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Live Lost Luxury People Public
Imagining 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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Emotion Enthusiasm Height Imagination Paint Poet Soul
Take not away the life you cannot give: For all things have an equal right to live.
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Equality Life Live Right
But how can finite grasp Infinity?
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Finite Grasp Infinity
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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Pain Pleasure Sweet
For those whom God to ruin has design’d, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
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Design God Mindset Ruin
We can never be grieved for their miseries who are thoroughly wicked, and have thereby justly called their calamities on themselves.
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Adversity Grief Misery Wicket
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

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