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

John Dryden

He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.
JOHN DRYDEN

Author Himself Poet Theft Victory
There is a proud modesty in merit.
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Advantage Modesty Proud
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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Eagle Fools Mount Myself Wings
Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
JOHN DRYDEN

Estate Himself Misery Money Sell Soul
Merit challenges envy.
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Advantage Jealous One Liner
Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
JOHN DRYDEN

Human Kind Poetry Satire Vice
None, none descends into himself, to find The secret imperfections of his mind: But every one is eagle-ey’d to see Another’s faults, and his deformity.
JOHN DRYDEN

Finding Himself Imperfection Mistake Secret
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
War is the trade of kings.
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King One Liner Trade War
War seldom enters but where wealth allures.
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Seldom War Wealth
Since a true knowledge of nature gives us pleasure, a lively imitation of it, either in poetry or painting, must produce a much greater; for both these arts are not only true imitations of nature, but of the best nature.
JOHN DRYDEN

Best Give Up Knowledge Nature Production True
And love’s the noblest frailty of the mind.
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Fragile Love Mindset
Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
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Favorite Heaven Man
Plots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.
JOHN DRYDEN

Fake King Necessary Ruin True
The bravest men are subject most to chance.
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Brave Chance Man Subject
All objects lose by too familiar a view.
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Familiar Lose Object View
There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
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Known Mad Pleasure
Murder may pass unpunished for a time, But tardy justice will overtake the crime.
JOHN DRYDEN

Crime Murder Punishment Time
Honor is but an empty bubble.
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Empty Respect
A man is to be cheated into passion, but to be reasoned into truth.
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Cheating Man Passion Reason Truth
Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
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Death End Grave Kind Mourn
He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
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Fear Learning Lesson
The conscience of a people is their power.
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Conscience People Power
Imagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints.
JOHN DRYDEN

Emotion Enthusiasm Height Imagination Paint Poet Soul
Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.
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Build Destroy
The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
JOHN DRYDEN

Death Man Thinking Virtue
Beware of the fury of the patient man.
JOHN DRYDEN

Beware Man Patience

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

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