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They think too little who talk too much.

John Dryden

Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne’er pardon who have done wrong.
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Forgiveness Injury Wrong
Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.
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Affection Goodness Grace Principal
But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
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Numerous Talk Thinking
Old age creeps on us where we think it night.
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Age Night Old Ourselves
Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
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Human Kind Poetry Satire Vice
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
Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.
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Build Destroy
He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
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Green Himself Youth
If thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.
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Bound Habit Slave Vice
As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
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Enemy One Liner Seek Shine
Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
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Blind Willing Zeal
They say everything in the world is good for something.
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Goodness Karma World
Deathless laurel is the victor’s due.
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Death Due
He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
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Fear Learning Lesson
He who would search for pearls must dive below.
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Himself Pearl Search
Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
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Distance Flesh Goodness Present
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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Best Kind Ourselves Steal
Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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Bound Divison Greatness Intelligence Mad
What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
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Dew Precious Pursue Track Young
Light sufferings give us leisure to complain.
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Complain Leisure Light Suffering
Treason is greatest where trust is greatest.
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Greatness Treason Trust
We can never be grieved for their miseries who are thoroughly wicked, and have thereby justly called their calamities on themselves.
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Adversity Grief Misery Wicket
The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
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Death Man Thinking Virtue
All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
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Absence Flower Sun Sweet Wake Up
Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject’s sole prerogative.
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Freedom Subject Thrive
Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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Bitter Poem Satire
The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
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Act Generous Greatness Pleasure Secret

They think too little who talk too much.

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