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I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.

John Dryden

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
For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
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Devotion Ignorance Mom Myself Yourself
Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
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Ourselves Photograph Thinking Word
We by art unteach what Nature taught.
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Art Nature Teaching
Politicians neither love nor hate.
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Hate Love Politics
Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
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Force Happiness Land Winter
They that possess the prince possess the laws.
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Law Possession Prince
He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
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Fountain Goodness Sense
Parting is worse than death; it is death of love!
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Death Love Part Worst
Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
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Grace Known Order Place
Old age creeps on us where we think it night.
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Age Night Old Ourselves
Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
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Children Crave Growth Man
The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature’s eye.
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Eyes Heaven Nature
Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
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Fury Revenge See
Virgil and Horace were the severest writers of the severest age.
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Age Writing
The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
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Death Man Thinking Virtue
Those who write ill, and they who ne’er durst write, Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
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Criticism Revenge Writing
Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
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Blind Willing Zeal
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
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
War seldom enters but where wealth allures.
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Seldom War Wealth
All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
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Absence Flower Sun Sweet Wake Up
Repentance is but want of power to sin.
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One Liner Power Regret Sin
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
Good sense and good-nature are never separated, though the ignorant world has thought otherwise. Good-nature, by which I mean beneficence and candor, is the product of right reason.
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Goodness Ignorance Nature Reason Right World
And plenty makes us poor.
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Poor
Merit challenges envy.
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Advantage Jealous One Liner

I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.

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