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.
JOHN DRYDENKings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
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Those who write ill, and they who ne’er durst write, Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
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For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
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All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
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Time glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.
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There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
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Old age creeps on us where we think it night.
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Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.
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They think too little who talk too much.
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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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Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
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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.
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Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts.
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God never made his work for man to mend.
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Griefs assured are felt before they come.
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I never saw any good that came of telling truth.
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The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
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What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
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Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
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Repartee is the soul of conversation.
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While I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day.
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If passion rules, how weak does reason prove!
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Hushed as midnight silence.
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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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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.
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The bravest men are subject most to chance.
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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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