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Beware the fury of a patient man.

John Dryden

Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
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Beautiful Dangerous Surface Way
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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Himself Man Paradise Sin Sorrow Woman
Love is a passion Which kindles honor into noble acts.
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Act Honor Love Passion
Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.
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Action Essence Fiction Human Poetry Story
An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
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Fear Horrible Ourselves Silence Temptation
At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.
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Hate Home Name Peace Soul
Since a true knowledge of nature gives us pleasure, a lively imitation of it, either in poetry or painting, must produce a much greater; for both these arts are not only true imitations of nature, but of the best nature.
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Best Give Up Knowledge Nature Production True
They, who would combat general authority with particular opinion, must first establish themselves a reputation of understanding better than other men.
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Authority Better General Man Opinion Understand
Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
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Blind Willing Zeal
Beware the fury of a patient man.
JOHN DRYDEN

Fury Man Patience
War is the trade of kings.
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King One Liner Trade War
For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
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Age Devour Pleasure Taste Youth
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
Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
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Crime Oblivion
For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
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Devotion Ignorance Mom Myself Yourself
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
JOHN DRYDEN

Dance Foot Poetry

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