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The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.

John Dryden

A farce is that in poetry which grotesque (caricature) is in painting. The persons and actions of a farce are all unnatural, and the manners false, that is, inconsistent with the characters of mankind; and grotesque painting is the just resemblance of this.
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Character Kind Man Natural Painting Person Poetry
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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Cheat Day False Fools Life
Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
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Favorite Heaven Man
All delays are dangerous in war.
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Dangerous Delay War
Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.
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Fly Joy Youth
I never saw any good that came of telling truth.
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Goodness Myself Talk Truth
Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
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Nature Obligation Response Trust
The trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
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Excitement Loud
What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
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Dew Precious Pursue Track Young
Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
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Infidelity Mysterious Thinking
I’m a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I’ll rise and fight again.
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Fight Myself Rise Wound
Fool that I was, upon my eagle’s wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
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Eagle Fools Mount Myself Wings
He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
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Thinking Unknown Whistle
For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
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Age Devour Pleasure Taste Youth
The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
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Death Man Thinking Virtue
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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Eyes Feeling Ourselves Soul Tender Togetherness Touch

The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.

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