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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.

John Dryden

Pity melts the mind to love.
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Love Mindset Pity
The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature’s eye.
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Eyes Heaven Nature
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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Life Man Origin Virtue Word
Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
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Human Kind Mindset Worst
A good conscience is a port which is landlocked on every side, where no winds can possibly invade. There a man may not only see his own image, but that of his Maker, clearly reflected from the undisturbed waters.
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Conscience Goodness Image Man Reflection Water
We by art unteach what Nature taught.
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Art Nature Teaching
Beware the fury of a patient man.
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Fury Man Patience
But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.
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Desire Hands Nature Sick Sin
Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts.
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Confidence Fact Known
Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
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Body Break Preservation Shame Spirit
Love is a passion Which kindles honor into noble acts.
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Act Honor Love Passion
Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
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Infidelity Mysterious Thinking
Railing and praising were his usual themes; and both showed his judgment in extremes. Either over violent or over civil, so everyone to him was either god or devil.
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Himself Judgement Praise Theme
Order is the greatest grace.
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Greatness One Liner Order Peace
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
God never made his work for man to mend.
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God Man Mend Work

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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