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They think too little who talk too much.

John Dryden

Some of our philosophizing divines have too much exalted the faculties of our souls, when they have maintained that by their force mankind has been able to find out God.
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Divine Faculty Force God Kind Man Philosophy
Truth is the object of our understanding, as good is of our will; and the understanding can no more be delighted with a lie than the will can choose an apparent evil.
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Choice Delight Evil Lying Object Truth Understand
Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.
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Continue End Goodness Grace Principal Virtue
Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject’s sole prerogative.
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Freedom Subject Thrive
Merit challenges envy.
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Advantage Jealous One Liner
Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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Hold Last Sweet
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
Fool that I was, upon my eagle’s wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
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Eagle Fools Mount Myself Wings
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
At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.
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Hate Home Name Peace Soul
Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.
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Himself Loss See Vice
Sure there is none but fears a future state; And when the most obdurate swear they do not, Their trembling hearts belie their boasting tongues.
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Future Heart State Tongue Tremble
A woman’s counsel brought us first to woe, And made her man his paradise forego, Where at heart’s ease he liv’d; and might have been As free from sorrow as he was from sin.
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Himself Man Paradise Sin Sorrow Woman
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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Follow Natural Obligation Paint Rock Sculptor
Deathless laurel is the victor’s due.
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Death Due
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
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Absence Age Love Time

They think too little who talk too much.

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