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Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.

John Dryden

Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today: Be fair or foul or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed in spite of fate are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been has been, and I have had my hour.
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Live Myself Past Power Rain Shine Worst
Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
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Blind Willing Zeal
Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
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Courage Growth Heart
Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
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Eyes Feeling Ourselves Soul Tender Togetherness Touch
While I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day.
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Day Eyes Round Shade Sight Soul
He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
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Fountain Goodness Sense
Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
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Fools One Liner Patriot
The conscience of a people is their power.
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Conscience People Power
At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.
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Hate Home Name Peace Soul
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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Believe Children Direction Education Lost Man
No king nor nation one moment can retard the appointed hour.
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King Mad Moments Nation
If all the world be worth thy winning. / Think, oh think it worth enjoying: / Lovely Thaïs sits beside thee, / Take the good the gods provide thee.
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God Goodness Love Thinking World
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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Himself Man Paradise Sin Sorrow Woman
I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
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Freedom Man Nature Run Savage Wild
I’m a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I’ll rise and fight again.
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Fight Myself Rise Wound
Reason to rule, mercy to forgive: The first is law, the last prerogative. Life is an adventure in forgiveness.
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Adventure First Forgiveness Reason Rule
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
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Dance Foot Poetry
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
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Death Fear Known
Railing and praising were his usual themes; and both showed his judgment in extremes. Either over violent or over civil, so everyone to him was either god or devil.
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Himself Judgement Praise Theme
War is the trade of kings.
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King One Liner Trade War
Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
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Myself Old Power Remember
Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
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Favorite Heaven Man
Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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Bitter Poem Satire
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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Pain Pleasure Sweet
Truth is never to be expected from authors whose understanding is warped with enthusiasm.
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Authors Enthusiasm Expectation Truth
Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
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Force Happiness Land Winter
Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
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Bold Fear Greatness Mask

Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.

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