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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

Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
JOHN DRYDEN

Distance Flesh Goodness Present
There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
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Known Mad Pleasure
So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
JOHN DRYDEN

Death Dreams Heaven Herself Life Success
If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
JOHN DRYDEN

Live Past Remember Thankful
Self-defense is Nature’s eldest law.
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Defense Law Nature
No government has ever been, or can ever be, wherein time-servers and blockheads will not be uppermost.
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Block Government Time
Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
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Fight King Mad Man Praise
No king nor nation one moment can retard the appointed hour.
JOHN DRYDEN

King Mad Moments Nation
For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
JOHN DRYDEN

Face Need See Truth
Beware of the fury of the patient man.
JOHN DRYDEN

Beware Man Patience
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
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Death Fear Known
Those who write ill, and they who ne’er durst write, Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
JOHN DRYDEN

Criticism Revenge Writing
They first condemn that first advised the ill.
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Advise Sick
War seldom enters but where wealth allures.
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Seldom War Wealth
Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
JOHN DRYDEN

Fury Revenge See
When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
JOHN DRYDEN

Cheating Favor Fools Hope Life

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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