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Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.

John Dryden

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
Those who write ill, and they who ne’er durst write, Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
JOHN DRYDEN

Criticism Revenge Writing
Murder may pass unpunished for a time, But tardy justice will overtake the crime.
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Crime Murder Punishment Time
They first condemn that first advised the ill.
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Advise Sick
Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate’s: Souls know no conquerors.
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Empty Enough Fortune Myself Soul
We by art unteach what Nature taught.
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Art Nature Teaching
Presence of mind and courage in distress, Are more than arrives to procure success?
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Courage Mindset Presence Success
Love and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend: Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before.
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Friendship Love Price Time Treat
Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
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Bold Goodness Starve
Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.
JOHN DRYDEN

Creation Earth Eyes Man Mom Sky Soft
I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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Brown Easy Light Night
Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
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Estate Himself Misery Money Sell Soul
And love’s the noblest frailty of the mind.
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Fragile Love Mindset
Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.
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Brave Despair Happiness
Virtue is her own reward.
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One Liner Reward Virtue
Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
JOHN DRYDEN

Bitter Poem Satire

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