Plots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.
JOHN DRYDENSome of our philosophizing divines have too much exalted the faculties of our souls, when they have maintained that by their force mankind has been able to find out God.
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Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
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Swift was the race, but short the time to run.
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Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
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Griefs assured are felt before they come.
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Virgil and Horace were the severest writers of the severest age.
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Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.
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So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
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Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
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But how can finite grasp Infinity?
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Every age has a kind of universal genius, which inclines those that live in it to some particular studies.
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Murder may pass unpunished for a time, But tardy justice will overtake the crime.
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But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
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The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature’s eye.
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If the faults of men in orders are only to be judged among themselves, they are all in some sort parties; for, since they say the honour of their order is concerned in every member of it, how can we be sure that they will be impartial judges?
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For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?
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By education most have been misled.
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Order is the greatest grace.
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Self-defense is Nature’s eldest law.
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Some of our philosophizing divines have too much exalted the faculties of our souls, when they have maintained that by their force mankind has been able to find out God.
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The trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
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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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Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
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The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.
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Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
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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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Desire of greatness is a godlike sin.
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