Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
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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I am resolved to grow fat and look young till forty, and then slip out of the world with the first wrinkle and the reputation of five-and-twenty.
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Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
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Pity melts the mind to love.
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If passion rules, how weak does reason prove!
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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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Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
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Pride – Lord of human kind.
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Beware of the fury of the patient man.
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What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
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The trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
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Honor is but an empty bubble.
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For those whom God to ruin has design’d, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
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At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.
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And plenty makes us poor.
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Swift was the race, but short the time to run.
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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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Griefs assured are felt before they come.
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Truth is the object of our understanding, as good is of our will; and the understanding can no more be delighted with a lie than the will can choose an apparent evil.
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When we view elevated ideas of Nature, the result of that view is admiration, which is always the cause of pleasure.
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Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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Merit challenges envy.
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Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
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Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
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So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
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Murder may pass unpunished for a time, But tardy justice will overtake the crime.
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