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Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.

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
Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
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Human Kind Poetry Satire Vice
Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
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Live Lost Luxury People Public
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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Growth Myself Reputation Young
The winds are out of breath.
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Breathe Wind
We by art unteach what Nature taught.
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Art Nature Teaching
All delays are dangerous in war.
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Dangerous Delay War
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
Presence of mind and courage in distress, Are more than arrives to procure success?
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Courage Mindset Presence Success
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
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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Pain Pleasure Sweet
Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.
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Lost Mild Rage Sea Wind
Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
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Guilty Reveal Secret Silence
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
A man is to be cheated into passion, but to be reasoned into truth.
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Cheating Man Passion Reason Truth
But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
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Numerous Talk Thinking

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