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John Dryden

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.
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Estate Himself Misery Money Sell Soul
Good sense and good-nature are never separated, though the ignorant world has thought otherwise. Good-nature, by which I mean beneficence and candor, is the product of right reason.
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Goodness Ignorance Nature Reason Right World
Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
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Cheap Death Fame
Treason is greatest where trust is greatest.
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Greatness Treason Trust
Nor is the people’s judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few.
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Judgment People True
Pride – Lord of human kind.
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Human Kind Pride
Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
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Favorite Heaven Man
Since a true knowledge of nature gives us pleasure, a lively imitation of it, either in poetry or painting, must produce a much greater; for both these arts are not only true imitations of nature, but of the best nature.
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Best Give Up Knowledge Nature Production True
Reason to rule, mercy to forgive: The first is law, the last prerogative. Life is an adventure in forgiveness.
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Adventure First Forgiveness Reason Rule
Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
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Age Alone Enough Reason Strong Walk Youth
Not sharp revenge, nor hell itself can find, A fiercer torment than a guilty mind, Which day and night doth dreadfully accuse, Condemns the wretch, and still the charge renews.
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Charge Mindset Revenge Sharp
O freedom, first delight of human kind!
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Delight Freedom Human Kind
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
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.
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Boast Born Death End Journey Live Man Place Sincere
Those who write ill, and they who ne’er durst write, Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
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Criticism Revenge Writing
We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.
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Character Habit Inspirational Nature Ourselves

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