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I never saw any good that came of telling truth.

John Dryden

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
Tis a good thing to laugh at any rate; and if a straw can tickle a man, it is an instrument of happiness.
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Goodness Happiness Instrument Laughter Man Rate
All authors to their own defects are blind.
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Author Blind Defect
Welcome, thou kind deceiver! Thou best of thieves; who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves.
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Best Kind Ourselves Steal
Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
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Crime Oblivion
They that possess the prince possess the laws.
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Law Possession Prince
Sure there is none but fears a future state; And when the most obdurate swear they do not, Their trembling hearts belie their boasting tongues.
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Future Heart State Tongue Tremble
He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
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Green Himself Youth
Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
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Choice Fate Love
Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the’ appointed place we tend; The world’s an inn, and death the journey’s end.
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Boast Born Death End Journey Live Man Place Sincere
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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Cheat Day False Fools Life
Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care To grant, before we can conclude the prayer: Preventing angels met it half the way, And sent us back to praise, who came to pray.
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Heaven Praise Prayer Promise
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
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Decay Monarch Obedience Subject
He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
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Thinking Unknown Whistle
Pity melts the mind to love.
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Love Mindset Pity
Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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Bound Divison Greatness Intelligence Mad

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