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John Dryden

None would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain; And, from the dregs of life, think to receive, What the first sprightly running could not give.
JOHN DRYDEN

Hope Life Live Pleasure Run Thinking
Trust on and think To-morrow will repay; To-morrow’s falser than the former day; Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blest With some new Joys, cuts off what we possest.
JOHN DRYDEN

Fake Happiness Thinking Trust
We can never be grieved for their miseries who are thoroughly wicked, and have thereby justly called their calamities on themselves.
JOHN DRYDEN

Adversity Grief Misery Wicket
Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.
JOHN DRYDEN

Build Destroy
Time and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying.
JOHN DRYDEN

Death Finding Love Time Way
Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
JOHN DRYDEN

Grace Strength
I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
JOHN DRYDEN

Freedom Man Nature Run Savage Wild
Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts.
JOHN DRYDEN

Confidence Fact Known
Take not away the life you cannot give: For all things have an equal right to live.
JOHN DRYDEN

Equality Life Live Right
War is the trade of kings.
JOHN DRYDEN

King One Liner Trade War
Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
JOHN DRYDEN

Choice Fate Love
Those who write ill, and they who ne’er durst write, Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
JOHN DRYDEN

Criticism Revenge Writing
Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
JOHN DRYDEN

Better Health Himself Man Work
Virtue is her own reward.
JOHN DRYDEN

One Liner Reward Virtue
Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
JOHN DRYDEN

Live Lost Luxury People Public
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
JOHN DRYDEN

Pain Pleasure Sweet

The winds are out of breath.

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