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So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.

John Dryden

Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.
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Lost Mild Rage Sea Wind
All delays are dangerous in war.
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Dangerous Delay War
When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
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Cheating Favor Fools Hope Life
Dreams are but interludes that fancy makes… Sometimes forgotten things, long cast behind Rush forward in the brain, and come to mind.
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Dreams Forget Forward Mindset Time
Plots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.
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Fake King Necessary Ruin True
Honor is but an empty bubble.
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Empty Respect
War seldom enters but where wealth allures.
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Seldom War Wealth
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
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Absence Age Love Time
Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.
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Fly Joy Youth
And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
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Plate Time Writing
Pride – Lord of human kind.
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Human Kind Pride
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
There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
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Known Mad Pleasure
They, who would combat general authority with particular opinion, must first establish themselves a reputation of understanding better than other men.
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Authority Better General Man Opinion Understand
Repartee is the soul of conversation.
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Conversation One Liner Soul
He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
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Creation Dew Greatness Himself Morning Spirit

So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.

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