I’m a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I’ll rise and fight again.
JOHN DRYDENEvery language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.
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Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.
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For they can conquer who believe they can.
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Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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Long pains, with use of bearing, are half eased.
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Youth, beauty, graceful action seldom fail: But common interest always will prevail; And pity never ceases to be shown To him who makes the people’s wrongs his own.
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Time and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying.
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Few know the use of life before ’tis past.
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Merit challenges envy.
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Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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Virgil and Horace were the severest writers of the severest age.
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Virtue is her own reward.
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The winds are out of breath.
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All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
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The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
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Time glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.
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