Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
JOHN DRYDENOld as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
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Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
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Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
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By education most have been misled.
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He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
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War seldom enters but where wealth allures.
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Plots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.
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Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
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We by art unteach what Nature taught.
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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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Time and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying.
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For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
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Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.
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Tis a good thing to laugh at any rate; and if a straw can tickle a man, it is an instrument of happiness.
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Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.
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Dreams are but interludes that fancy makes… Sometimes forgotten things, long cast behind Rush forward in the brain, and come to mind.
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They think too little who talk too much.
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Merit challenges envy.
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For they can conquer who believe they can.
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All objects lose by too familiar a view.
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All empire is no more than power in trust.
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While I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day.
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They say everything in the world is good for something.
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Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
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He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
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It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, can rule nothing, but is ruled by prudence.
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The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.
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