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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.

John Dryden

War seldom enters but where wealth allures.
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Seldom War Wealth
The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
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Death Man Thinking Virtue
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
Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
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Crime Oblivion
Griefs assured are felt before they come.
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Assurance Feeling Grief
He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
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Fear Learning Lesson
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?
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Honor Judgement Man Member Mistake Order
For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?
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Bound Drink Food Live Power Thinking
We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.
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Chance Hot Iron Leisure
Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
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Distance Flesh Goodness Present
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
Great souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.
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Enemy Forgiveness Greatness Injury Power Soul Time
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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Character Kind Man Natural Painting Person Poetry
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
What passion cannot music raise and quell!
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Music Passion Raise
Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
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Errors Flow Gratitude Surface
Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
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Estate Himself Misery Money Sell Soul
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
Politicians neither love nor hate.
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Hate Love Politics
Take not away the life you cannot give: For all things have an equal right to live.
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Equality Life Live Right
When a man’s life is under debate, The judge can ne’er too long deliberate.
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Judgement Life Man
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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Believe Children Direction Education Lost Man
Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
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Age Alone Enough Reason Strong Walk Youth
Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
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Live Lost Luxury People Public
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
He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
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Fountain Goodness Sense
Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
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Death End Grave Kind Mourn

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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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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