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Great souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.

John Dryden

War seldom enters but where wealth allures.
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Seldom War Wealth
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
Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
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Eyes Feeling Ourselves Soul Tender Togetherness Touch
Sure there’s contagion in the tears of friends.
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Friendship Tears
Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
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Choice Fate Love
But how can finite grasp Infinity?
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Finite Grasp Infinity
But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.
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Desire Hands Nature Sick Sin
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
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Love Pain Pleasure
Old age creeps on us where we think it night.
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Age Night Old Ourselves
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
None but the brave deserve the fair.
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Brave Deserve Fair
Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
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Body Break Preservation Shame Spirit
Presence of mind and courage in distress, Are more than arrives to procure success?
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Courage Mindset Presence Success
Not sharp revenge, nor hell itself can find, A fiercer torment than a guilty mind, Which day and night doth dreadfully accuse, Condemns the wretch, and still the charge renews.
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Charge Mindset Revenge Sharp
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
Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.
JOHN DRYDEN

Beautiful Language Oneself

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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