Be fair, or foul, or rain, or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
JOHN DRYDENNone are so busy as the fool and the knave.
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The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature’s eye.
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I am resolved to grow fat and look young till forty, and then slip out of the world with the first wrinkle and the reputation of five-and-twenty.
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Order is the greatest grace.
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Beware of the fury of the patient man.
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Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
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Swift was the race, but short the time to run.
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The conscience of a people is their power.
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Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
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Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.
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Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
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Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
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Griefs assured are felt before they come.
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Shakespeare was the Homer, or father of our dramatic poets;Jonson was theVirgil, the pattern of elaborate writing; I admire him, but I love Shakespeare.
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The winds are out of breath.
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Some of our philosophizing divines have too much exalted the faculties of our souls, when they have maintained that by their force mankind has been able to find out God.
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There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
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Love and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend: Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before.
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To die for faction is a common evil, But to be hanged for nonsense is the devil.
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Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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I never saw any good that came of telling truth.
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Repentance is but want of power to sin.
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If all the world be worth thy winning. / Think, oh think it worth enjoying: / Lovely Thaïs sits beside thee, / Take the good the gods provide thee.
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An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
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If the faults of men in orders are only to be judged among themselves, they are all in some sort parties; for, since they say the honour of their order is concerned in every member of it, how can we be sure that they will be impartial judges?
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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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For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
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