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

John Dryden

But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
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Himself Magic Walk
He who would search for pearls must dive below.
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Himself Pearl Search
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.
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Creation Earth Eyes Man Mom Sky Soft
Plots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.
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Fake King Necessary Ruin True
Beware of the fury of the patient man.
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Beware Man Patience
Every age has a kind of universal genius, which inclines those that live in it to some particular studies.
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Age Genius Kind Live Study Universe
A man is to be cheated into passion, but to be reasoned into truth.
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Cheating Man Passion Reason Truth
Desire of greatness is a godlike sin.
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Desire God Greatness Sin
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
They think too little who talk too much.
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Talk Thinking
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
So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
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Fake Lying Silence
Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
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Fight King Mad Man Praise
Time and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying.
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Death Finding Love Time Way
Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
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Care Destroy Happiness Man Thinking
Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
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Favorite Heaven Man

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