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Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.

John Dryden

Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
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Alone Day Happiness Live Man Myself Secure Worst
Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
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Favorite Heaven Man
Take not away the life you cannot give: For all things have an equal right to live.
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Equality Life Live Right
Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
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Choice Fate Love
Desire of greatness is a godlike sin.
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Desire God Greatness Sin
Sculptors are obliged to follow the manners of the painters, and to make many ample folds, which are unsufferable hardness, and more like a rock than a natural garment.
JOHN DRYDEN

Follow Natural Obligation Paint Rock Sculptor
Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass’d; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she join’d the former two.
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Age Distant Force Herself Nature Poet
Politicians neither love nor hate.
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Hate Love Politics
Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.
JOHN DRYDEN

Himself Loss See Vice
Murder may pass unpunished for a time, But tardy justice will overtake the crime.
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Crime Murder Punishment Time
The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.
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Boil Nature Rise
Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the’ appointed place we tend; The world’s an inn, and death the journey’s end.
JOHN DRYDEN

Boast Born Death End Journey Live Man Place Sincere
Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
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Fight King Mad Man Praise
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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Pain Pleasure Sweet
The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.
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Himself Man Son Treat
Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she’s at rest, and so am I.
JOHN DRYDEN

Lying Myself Wife

Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.

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