Plots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.
JOHN DRYDENThere is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
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And that the Scriptures, though not everywhere Free from corruption, or entire, or clear, Are uncorrupt, sufficient, clear, entire In all things which our needful faith require.
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Faith is to believe what you do not yet see: the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
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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.
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I never saw any good that came of telling truth.
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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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Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass’d; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she join’d the former two.
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And plenty makes us poor.
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Men’s virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes.
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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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Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
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Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.
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He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
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An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
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Virgil and Horace were the severest writers of the severest age.
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But love’s a malady without a cure.
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Love is love’s reward.
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Beware of the fury of the patient man.
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Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she’s at rest, and so am I.
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Truth is the object of our understanding, as good is of our will; and the understanding can no more be delighted with a lie than the will can choose an apparent evil.
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The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
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The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.
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Take not away the life you cannot give: For all things have an equal right to live.
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All authors to their own defects are blind.
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As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
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O freedom, first delight of human kind!
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What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
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