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Among our crimes oblivion may be set.

John Dryden

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
Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she’s at rest, and so am I.
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Lying Myself Wife
He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
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Himself Master Secret Servant Trust
Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
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Courage Growth Heart
Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
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Fresh Object Pity Sight
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
If the faults of men in orders are only to be judged among themselves, they are all in some sort parties; for, since they say the honour of their order is concerned in every member of it, how can we be sure that they will be impartial judges?
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Honor Judgement Man Member Mistake Order
Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.
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Kind Man Vice Virtue
Merit challenges envy.
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Advantage Jealous One Liner
Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.
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Different Fools Love Mindset Wisdom
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
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
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
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Decay Monarch Obedience Subject
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
An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
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Benefit Fate Pleasure Relate Sorrow Time
Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
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Choice Fate Love

Among our crimes oblivion may be set.

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