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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

Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
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Fury Revenge See
We by art unteach what Nature taught.
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Art Nature Teaching
Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.
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Lost Mild Rage Sea Wind
To die for faction is a common evil, But to be hanged for nonsense is the devil.
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Common Death Devil Evil
Love is a passion Which kindles honor into noble acts.
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Act Honor Love Passion
But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
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Himself Magic Walk
They live too long who happiness outlive.
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Happiness Live
He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
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Thinking Unknown Whistle
And love’s the noblest frailty of the mind.
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Fragile Love Mindset
Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.
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Kind Man Vice Virtue
Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.
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Action Essence Fiction Human Poetry Story
A man is to be cheated into passion, but to be reasoned into truth.
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Cheating Man Passion Reason Truth
As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
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Enemy One Liner Seek Shine
The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
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Act Generous Greatness Pleasure Secret
Plots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.
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Fake King Necessary Ruin True
The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature’s eye.
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Eyes Heaven Nature

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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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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