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But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.

John Dryden

I am resolved to grow fat and look young till forty, and then slip out of the world with the first wrinkle and the reputation of five-and-twenty.
JOHN DRYDEN

Growth Myself Reputation Young
Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
JOHN DRYDEN

Errors Flow Gratitude Surface
Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.
JOHN DRYDEN

Affection Goodness Grace Principal
They live too long who happiness outlive.
JOHN DRYDEN

Happiness Live
Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
JOHN DRYDEN

Fools One Liner Patriot
Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
JOHN DRYDEN

Blind Willing Zeal
He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
JOHN DRYDEN

Creation Dew Greatness Himself Morning Spirit
If by the people you understand the multitude, the hoi polloi, ’tis no matter what they think; they are sometimes in the right, sometimes in the wrong; their judgment is a mere lottery.
JOHN DRYDEN

Judgement People Thinking Understand Wrong
Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
JOHN DRYDEN

Favorite Heaven Man
Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
JOHN DRYDEN

Courage Growth Heart
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.
JOHN DRYDEN

Action Essence Fiction Human Poetry Story
Beware the fury of a patient man.
JOHN DRYDEN

Fury Man Patience
Beware of the fury of the patient man.
JOHN DRYDEN

Beware Man Patience
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.
JOHN DRYDEN

Believe Children Direction Education Lost Man
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.
JOHN DRYDEN

Boast Born Death End Journey Live Man Place Sincere
Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
JOHN DRYDEN

Myself Poverty Soul Virtue Warm

But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.

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But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.

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