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When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.

John Dryden

Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
JOHN DRYDEN

Alone Day Happiness Live Man Myself Secure Worst
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.
JOHN DRYDEN

Action Essence Fiction Human Poetry Story
Griefs assured are felt before they come.
JOHN DRYDEN

Assurance Feeling Grief
So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
JOHN DRYDEN

Death Dreams Heaven Herself Life Success
They live too long who happiness outlive.
JOHN DRYDEN

Happiness Live
Reason to rule, mercy to forgive: The first is law, the last prerogative. Life is an adventure in forgiveness.
JOHN DRYDEN

Adventure First Forgiveness Reason Rule
Love is a passion Which kindles honor into noble acts.
JOHN DRYDEN

Act Honor Love Passion
Imagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints.
JOHN DRYDEN

Emotion Enthusiasm Height Imagination Paint Poet Soul
The trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
JOHN DRYDEN

Excitement Loud
Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.
JOHN DRYDEN

Kind Man Vice Virtue
An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
JOHN DRYDEN

Fear Horrible Ourselves Silence Temptation
Self-defense is Nature’s eldest law.
JOHN DRYDEN

Defense Law Nature
Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
JOHN DRYDEN

Blind Willing Zeal
I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
JOHN DRYDEN

Brown Easy Light Night
And plenty makes us poor.
JOHN DRYDEN

Poor
Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.
JOHN DRYDEN

Beautiful Language Oneself

When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.

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