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There’s a proud modesty in merit; averse from asking, and resolved to pay ten times the gifts it asks.

John Dryden

I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
JOHN DRYDEN

Brown Easy Light Night
All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
JOHN DRYDEN

Absence Flower Sun Sweet Wake Up
Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate’s: Souls know no conquerors.
JOHN DRYDEN

Empty Enough Fortune Myself Soul
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
JOHN DRYDEN

Pain Pleasure Sweet
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.
JOHN DRYDEN

God Goodness Love Thinking World
Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
JOHN DRYDEN

Estate Himself Misery Money Sell Soul
The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
JOHN DRYDEN

Act Generous Greatness Pleasure Secret
Pride – Lord of human kind.
JOHN DRYDEN

Human Kind Pride
Virtue is her own reward.
JOHN DRYDEN

One Liner Reward Virtue
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
JOHN DRYDEN

Absence Age Love Time
I never saw any good that came of telling truth.
JOHN DRYDEN

Goodness Myself Talk Truth
Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
JOHN DRYDEN

Fight King Mad Man Praise
Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
JOHN DRYDEN

Degree River Sea
He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
JOHN DRYDEN

Himself Master Secret Servant Trust
He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
JOHN DRYDEN

Fountain Goodness Sense
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 DRYDEN

Day Eyes Round Shade Sight Soul

There’s a proud modesty in merit; averse from asking, and resolved to pay ten times the gifts it asks.

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