Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.
JOHN DRYDENIf 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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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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When I consider life, ’tis all a cheat; Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think tomorrow will repay. Tomorrow’s falser than the former day.
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Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
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Reason to rule, mercy to forgive: The first is law, the last prerogative. Life is an adventure in forgiveness.
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Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
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And love’s the noblest frailty of the mind.
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Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
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He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
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More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store.
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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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For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?
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But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
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Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.
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Virtue is her own reward.
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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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