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Time glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.

John Dryden

Virgil and Horace were the severest writers of the severest age.
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Age Writing
They first condemn that first advised the ill.
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Advise Sick
Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
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Age Alone Enough Reason Strong Walk Youth
Tis a good thing to laugh at any rate; and if a straw can tickle a man, it is an instrument of happiness.
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Goodness Happiness Instrument Laughter Man Rate
The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature’s eye.
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Eyes Heaven Nature
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.
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Finding Himself Imperfection Mistake Secret
Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
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Appetite Digestion Quick Yourself
Be fair, or foul, or rain, or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
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Fair Fate Myself Possession Rain Shine Time
God never made his work for man to mend.
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God Man Mend Work
Sure there is none but fears a future state; And when the most obdurate swear they do not, Their trembling hearts belie their boasting tongues.
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Future Heart State Tongue Tremble
Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.
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Action Essence Fiction Human Poetry Story
Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject’s sole prerogative.
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Freedom Subject Thrive
He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
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Fountain Goodness Sense
Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
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Myself Poverty Soul Virtue Warm
Beware of the fury of the patient man.
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Beware Man Patience
Pride – Lord of human kind.
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Human Kind Pride

Time glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.

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