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Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.

John Dryden

Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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Bitter Poem Satire
A happy genius is the gift of nature.
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Genius Gift Happy Nature
Few know the use of life before ’tis past.
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Life Past
By education most have been misled; So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.
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Believe Children Direction Education Lost Man
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
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
So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
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Death Dreams Heaven Herself Life Success
What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
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Dew Precious Pursue Track Young
For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
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Face Need See Truth
Shakespeare was the Homer, or father of our dramatic poets;Jonson was theVirgil, the pattern of elaborate writing; I admire him, but I love Shakespeare.
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Admire Drama Father Himself Home Poet Writing
Trust on and think To-morrow will repay; To-morrow’s falser than the former day; Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blest With some new Joys, cuts off what we possest.
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Fake Happiness Thinking Trust
The conscience of a people is their power.
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Conscience People Power
And love’s the noblest frailty of the mind.
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Fragile Love Mindset
Hushed as midnight silence.
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One Liner Silence
Silence in times of suffering is the best.
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Best Silence Suffering Time
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
More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store.
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Desire Hungry Liberty Store
A farce is that in poetry which grotesque (caricature) is in painting. The persons and actions of a farce are all unnatural, and the manners false, that is, inconsistent with the characters of mankind; and grotesque painting is the just resemblance of this.
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Character Kind Man Natural Painting Person Poetry
Time and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying.
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Death Finding Love Time Way
Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.
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Kind Man Vice Virtue
For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
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Children Edge Fools Secret Tools
When we view elevated ideas of Nature, the result of that view is admiration, which is always the cause of pleasure.
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Ideas Nature Pleasure View
A woman’s counsel brought us first to woe, And made her man his paradise forego, Where at heart’s ease he liv’d; and might have been As free from sorrow as he was from sin.
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Himself Man Paradise Sin Sorrow Woman
The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
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Gift Heaven Liberty Life Love
Beware of the fury of the patient man.
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Beware Man Patience
Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the’ appointed place we tend; The world’s an inn, and death the journey’s end.
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Boast Born Death End Journey Live Man Place Sincere
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.
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Fight Myself Rise Wound

Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.

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