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.
JOHN DRYDENBold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
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Deathless laurel is the victor’s due.
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For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
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He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
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It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, can rule nothing, but is ruled by prudence.
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Desire of greatness is a godlike sin.
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O freedom, first delight of human kind!
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All heiresses are beautiful.
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Self-defense is Nature’s eldest law.
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I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
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Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.
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By education most have been misled.
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The bravest men are subject most to chance.
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Long pains, with use of bearing, are half eased.
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Nor is the people’s judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few.
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Honor is but an empty bubble.
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