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But love’s a malady without a cure.

John Dryden

Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care To grant, before we can conclude the prayer: Preventing angels met it half the way, And sent us back to praise, who came to pray.
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Heaven Praise Prayer Promise
For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
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Face Need See Truth
He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
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Fountain Goodness Sense
The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
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Gift Heaven Liberty Life Love
Love is a passion Which kindles honor into noble acts.
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Act Honor Love Passion
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
For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?
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Bound Drink Food Live Power Thinking
If thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.
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Bound Habit Slave Vice
Trust on and think To-morrow will repay; To-morrow’s falser than the former day; Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blest With some new Joys, cuts off what we possest.
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Fake Happiness Thinking Trust
Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
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Live Lost Luxury People Public
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
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Decay Monarch Obedience Subject
Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
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Fury Revenge See
Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
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Grace Strength
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
Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
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Better Health Himself Man Work
But love’s a malady without a cure.
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