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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.

John Dryden

If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
JOHN DRYDEN

Live Past Remember Thankful
Griefs assured are felt before they come.
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Assurance Feeling Grief
Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
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Choice Fate Love
There’s a proud modesty in merit; averse from asking, and resolved to pay ten times the gifts it asks.
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Gift Modesty Proud Time
They think too little who talk too much.
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Talk Thinking
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
Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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Hold Last Sweet
He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
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Himself Scene
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
To die for faction is a common evil, But to be hanged for nonsense is the devil.
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Common Death Devil Evil
But how can finite grasp Infinity?
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Finite Grasp Infinity
Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
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Fight King Mad Man Praise
So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
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Fake Lying Silence
Old age creeps on us where we think it night.
JOHN DRYDEN

Age Night Old Ourselves
Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass’d; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she join’d the former two.
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Age Distant Force Herself Nature Poet
Repentance is but want of power to sin.
JOHN DRYDEN

One Liner Power Regret Sin

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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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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