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Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.

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
Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass’d; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she join’d the former two.
JOHN DRYDEN

Age Distant Force Herself Nature Poet
More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store.
JOHN DRYDEN

Desire Hungry Liberty Store
All empire is no more than power in trust.
JOHN DRYDEN

Empire Power Trust
Swift was the race, but short the time to run.
JOHN DRYDEN

Race Run Swift Time
We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.
JOHN DRYDEN

Character Habit Inspirational Nature Ourselves
Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
JOHN DRYDEN

Infidelity Mysterious Thinking
If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
JOHN DRYDEN

Live Past Remember Thankful
Love is a passion Which kindles honor into noble acts.
JOHN DRYDEN

Act Honor Love Passion
Beware of the fury of the patient man.
JOHN DRYDEN

Beware Man Patience
Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
JOHN DRYDEN

Nature Obligation Response Trust
What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
JOHN DRYDEN

Dew Precious Pursue Track Young
Not sharp revenge, nor hell itself can find, A fiercer torment than a guilty mind, Which day and night doth dreadfully accuse, Condemns the wretch, and still the charge renews.
JOHN DRYDEN

Charge Mindset Revenge Sharp
I never saw any good that came of telling truth.
JOHN DRYDEN

Goodness Myself Talk Truth
Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
JOHN DRYDEN

Eyes Feeling Ourselves Soul Tender Togetherness Touch
Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
JOHN DRYDEN

Courage Growth Heart

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