War is the trade of kings.
JOHN DRYDENRevenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
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Griefs assured are felt before they come.
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Be slow to resolve, but quick in performance.
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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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Love and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend: Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before.
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Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.
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Hushed as midnight silence.
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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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And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
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Silence in times of suffering is the best.
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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.
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Reason to rule, mercy to forgive: The first is law, the last prerogative. Life is an adventure in forgiveness.
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Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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Welcome, thou kind deceiver! Thou best of thieves; who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves.
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But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
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While I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day.
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So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
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There’s a proud modesty in merit; averse from asking, and resolved to pay ten times the gifts it asks.
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There is a proud modesty in merit.
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All delays are dangerous in war.
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Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
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By education most have been misled; So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.
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Railing and praising were his usual themes; and both showed his judgment in extremes. Either over violent or over civil, so everyone to him was either god or devil.
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Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
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All authors to their own defects are blind.
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Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
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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.
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