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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.

John Dryden

Few know the use of life before ’tis past.
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Life Past
If all the world be worth thy winning. / Think, oh think it worth enjoying: / Lovely Thaïs sits beside thee, / Take the good the gods provide thee.
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God Goodness Love Thinking World
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.
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Fair Fate Myself Possession Rain Shine Time
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.
JOHN DRYDEN

Emotion Enthusiasm Height Imagination Paint Poet Soul
All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
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Absence Flower Sun Sweet Wake Up
Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
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Favorite Heaven Man
Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
JOHN DRYDEN

Human Kind Poetry Satire Vice
So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
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Death Dreams Heaven Herself Life Success
Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject’s sole prerogative.
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Freedom Subject Thrive
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.
JOHN DRYDEN

Fortune Madness Prudence Rule
Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
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Courage Growth Heart
Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she’s at rest, and so am I.
JOHN DRYDEN

Lying Myself Wife
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
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Death Fear Known
Deathless laurel is the victor’s due.
JOHN DRYDEN

Death Due
The bravest men are subject most to chance.
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Brave Chance Man Subject
Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
JOHN DRYDEN

Crime Oblivion

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