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Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.

John Dryden

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.
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Age Distant Force Herself Nature Poet
Trust on and think To-morrow will repay; To-morrow’s falser than the former day; Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blest With some new Joys, cuts off what we possest.
JOHN DRYDEN

Fake Happiness Thinking Trust
Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
JOHN DRYDEN

Better Health Himself Man Work
Every age has a kind of universal genius, which inclines those that live in it to some particular studies.
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Age Genius Kind Live Study Universe
The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
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Death Man Thinking Virtue
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today: 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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Live Myself Past Power Rain Shine Worst
Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
JOHN DRYDEN

Elegant Flower Heaven Western
Imagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints.
JOHN DRYDEN

Emotion Enthusiasm Height Imagination Paint Poet Soul
So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
JOHN DRYDEN

Death Dreams Heaven Herself Life Success
Hushed as midnight silence.
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One Liner Silence
War seldom enters but where wealth allures.
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Seldom War Wealth
Those who write ill, and they who ne’er durst write, Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
JOHN DRYDEN

Criticism Revenge Writing
All empire is no more than power in trust.
JOHN DRYDEN

Empire Power Trust
Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
JOHN DRYDEN

Myself Poverty Soul Virtue Warm
Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts.
JOHN DRYDEN

Confidence Fact Known
The conscience of a people is their power.
JOHN DRYDEN

Conscience People Power

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