Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
JOHN DRYDENLuxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
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They first condemn that first advised the ill.
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But love’s a malady without a cure.
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Politicians neither love nor hate.
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Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
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But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.
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Virgil and Horace were the severest writers of the severest age.
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Mighty things from small beginnings grow.
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They say everything in the world is good for something.
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Swift was the race, but short the time to run.
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Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
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Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
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The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature’s eye.
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For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
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We by art unteach what Nature taught.
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Beware the fury of a patient man.
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Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
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Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.
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He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
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When we view elevated ideas of Nature, the result of that view is admiration, which is always the cause of pleasure.
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All heiresses are beautiful.
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We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.
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The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
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Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.
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They that possess the prince possess the laws.
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Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
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A woman’s counsel brought us first to woe, And made her man his paradise forego, Where at heart’s ease he liv’d; and might have been As free from sorrow as he was from sin.
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