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We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.

John Dryden

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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Honor Judgement Man Member Mistake Order
Time glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.
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Discover Future Glide Haste Length Past
Be slow to resolve, but quick in performance.
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Performance Quick Slow
Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
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Appetite Digestion Quick Yourself
But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.
JOHN DRYDEN

Desire Hands Nature Sick Sin
Great souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.
JOHN DRYDEN

Enemy Forgiveness Greatness Injury Power Soul Time
Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.
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Fly Joy Youth
The conscience of a people is their power.
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Conscience People Power
I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
JOHN DRYDEN

Freedom Man Nature Run Savage Wild
The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature’s eye.
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Eyes Heaven Nature
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.
JOHN DRYDEN

Action Essence Fiction Human Poetry Story
Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
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Crime Oblivion
Deathless laurel is the victor’s due.
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Death Due
Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.
JOHN DRYDEN

Claim Grave Rich Slave
Hushed as midnight silence.
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One Liner Silence
Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
JOHN DRYDEN

Hold Last Sweet

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