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So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.

John Dryden

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
For they can conquer who believe they can.
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Believe Conquer
There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
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Known Mad Pleasure
Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject’s sole prerogative.
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Freedom Subject Thrive
Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts.
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Confidence Fact Known
They first condemn that first advised the ill.
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Advise Sick
We by art unteach what Nature taught.
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Art Nature Teaching
Faith is to believe what you do not yet see: the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
JOHN DRYDEN

Believe Faith Grace Reward See Strength
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
JOHN DRYDEN

Love Pain Pleasure
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
Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
JOHN DRYDEN

Death End Grave Kind Mourn
But how can finite grasp Infinity?
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Finite Grasp Infinity
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
Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.
JOHN DRYDEN

Kind Man Vice Virtue
He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
JOHN DRYDEN

Himself Master Secret Servant Trust
Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
JOHN DRYDEN

Fury Revenge See

So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.

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