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To die for faction is a common evil, But to be hanged for nonsense is the devil.

John Dryden

Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
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Force Happiness Land Winter
For they can conquer who believe they can.
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Believe Conquer
Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
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Bold Goodness Starve
Welcome, thou kind deceiver! Thou best of thieves; who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves.
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Best Kind Ourselves Steal
For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
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Devotion Ignorance Mom Myself Yourself
Great souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.
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Enemy Forgiveness Greatness Injury Power Soul Time
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
Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
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Errors Flow Gratitude Surface
Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
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Distance Flesh Goodness Present
Pity melts the mind to love.
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Love Mindset Pity
He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.
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Author Himself Poet Theft Victory
All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
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Absence Flower Sun Sweet Wake Up
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.
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Growth Myself Reputation Young
Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.
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Kind Man Vice Virtue
Many things impossible to thought have been by need to full perfection brought.
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Brought Impossible Need Perfection
Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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Bitter Poem Satire

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