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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

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.
JOHN DRYDEN

Empty Enough Fortune Myself Soul
A good conscience is a port which is landlocked on every side, where no winds can possibly invade. There a man may not only see his own image, but that of his Maker, clearly reflected from the undisturbed waters.
JOHN DRYDEN

Conscience Goodness Image Man Reflection Water
Love is a passion Which kindles honor into noble acts.
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Act Honor Love Passion
Truth is never to be expected from authors whose understanding is warped with enthusiasm.
JOHN DRYDEN

Authors Enthusiasm Expectation Truth
They live too long who happiness outlive.
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Happiness Live
Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.
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Lost Mild Rage Sea Wind
Repentance is but want of power to sin.
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One Liner Power Regret Sin
Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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Hold Last Sweet
Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
JOHN DRYDEN

Human Kind Poetry Satire Vice
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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Friendship Love Price Time Treat
Swift was the race, but short the time to run.
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Race Run Swift Time
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
JOHN DRYDEN

Absence Age Love Time
To die for faction is a common evil, But to be hanged for nonsense is the devil.
JOHN DRYDEN

Common Death Devil Evil
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
Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
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Human Kind Mindset Worst
What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
JOHN DRYDEN

Dew Precious Pursue Track Young

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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