If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
JOHN DRYDENSatire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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Sculptors are obliged to follow the manners of the painters, and to make many ample folds, which are unsufferable hardness, and more like a rock than a natural garment.
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We by art unteach what Nature taught.
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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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The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
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He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
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Time and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying.
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Beware the fury of a patient man.
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Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.
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None but the brave deserve the fair.
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Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.
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He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
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Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.
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Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
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War is the trade of kings.
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Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.
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Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
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When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
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Pity melts the mind to love.
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Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
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When I consider life, ’tis all a cheat; Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think tomorrow will repay. Tomorrow’s falser than the former day.
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Love and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend: Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before.
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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.
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He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
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A happy genius is the gift of nature.
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An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
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