All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
JOHN DRYDENTrust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
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But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.
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Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
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Those who write ill, and they who ne’er durst write, Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
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Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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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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Pride – Lord of human kind.
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What, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o’er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?
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And love’s the noblest frailty of the mind.
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Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
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For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
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An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
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Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
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Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she’s at rest, and so am I.
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Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject’s sole prerogative.
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Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
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By education most have been misled; So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.
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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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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.
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Many things impossible to thought have been by need to full perfection brought.
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None, none descends into himself, to find The secret imperfections of his mind: But every one is eagle-ey’d to see Another’s faults, and his deformity.
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Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
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Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.
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I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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Honor is but an empty bubble.
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Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
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Faith is to believe what you do not yet see: the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
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