A farce is that in poetry which grotesque (caricature) is in painting. The persons and actions of a farce are all unnatural, and the manners false, that is, inconsistent with the characters of mankind; and grotesque painting is the just resemblance of this.
JOHN DRYDENAnd love’s the noblest frailty of the mind.
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A farce is that in poetry which grotesque (caricature) is in painting. The persons and actions of a farce are all unnatural, and the manners false, that is, inconsistent with the characters of mankind; and grotesque painting is the just resemblance of this.
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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.
JOHN DRYDENLet 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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And plenty makes us poor.
JOHN DRYDENAnd plenty makes us poor.
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He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
JOHN DRYDENHe is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
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If the faults of men in orders are only to be judged among themselves, they are all in some sort parties; for, since they say the honour of their order is concerned in every member of it, how can we be sure that they will be impartial judges?
JOHN DRYDENIf the faults of men in orders are only to be judged among themselves, they are all in some sort parties; for, since they say the honour of their order is concerned in every member of it, how can we be sure that they will be impartial judges?
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Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
JOHN DRYDENBoldness is a mask for fear, however great.
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Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
JOHN DRYDENIll habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
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They that possess the prince possess the laws.
JOHN DRYDENThey that possess the prince possess the laws.
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Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
JOHN DRYDENPresent joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
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They think too little who talk too much.
JOHN DRYDENThey think too little who talk too much.
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Merit challenges envy.
JOHN DRYDENMerit challenges envy.
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Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
JOHN DRYDENSatire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
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He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
JOHN DRYDENHe trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
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Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
JOHN DRYDENLucky men are favorites of Heaven.
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Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
JOHN DRYDENRevenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
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Honor is but an empty bubble.
JOHN DRYDENHonor is but an empty bubble.
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