For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?
JOHN DRYDENBut how can finite grasp Infinity?
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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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And plenty makes us poor.
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O freedom, first delight of human kind!
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Hushed as midnight silence.
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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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So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
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Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
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All empire is no more than power in trust.
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Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
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No government has ever been, or can ever be, wherein time-servers and blockheads will not be uppermost.
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And that the Scriptures, though not everywhere Free from corruption, or entire, or clear, Are uncorrupt, sufficient, clear, entire In all things which our needful faith require.
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The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature’s eye.
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Griefs assured are felt before they come.
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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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Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.
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Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
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Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
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Deathless laurel is the victor’s due.
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Honor is but an empty bubble.
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Good sense and good-nature are never separated, though the ignorant world has thought otherwise. Good-nature, by which I mean beneficence and candor, is the product of right reason.
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Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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Dreams are but interludes that fancy makes… Sometimes forgotten things, long cast behind Rush forward in the brain, and come to mind.
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He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
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Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
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All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
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Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
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