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At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.

John Dryden

More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store.
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Desire Hungry Liberty Store
Honor is but an empty bubble.
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Empty Respect
Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
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Force Happiness Land Winter
Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
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Distance Flesh Goodness Present
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
When I consider life, ’tis all a cheat; Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think tomorrow will repay. Tomorrow’s falser than the former day.
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Cheat Day False Fools Life
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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Ideas Nature Pleasure View
I am resolved to grow fat and look young till forty, and then slip out of the world with the first wrinkle and the reputation of five-and-twenty.
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Growth Myself Reputation Young
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
The conscience of a people is their power.
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Conscience People Power
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.
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Empty Enough Fortune Myself Soul
I’m a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I’ll rise and fight again.
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Fight Myself Rise Wound
He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
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Creation Dew Greatness Himself Morning Spirit
Light sufferings give us leisure to complain.
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Complain Leisure Light Suffering
For those whom God to ruin has design’d, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
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Design God Mindset Ruin
An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
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Benefit Fate Pleasure Relate Sorrow Time

At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.

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