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Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she’s at rest, and so am I.

John Dryden

He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
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Fear Learning Lesson
Truth is the object of our understanding, as good is of our will; and the understanding can no more be delighted with a lie than the will can choose an apparent evil.
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Choice Delight Evil Lying Object Truth Understand
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
Parting is worse than death; it is death of love!
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Death Love Part Worst
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.
JOHN DRYDEN

Lost Mild Rage Sea Wind
Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
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Favorite Heaven Man
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
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Death Fear Known
Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
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Children Crave Growth Man
Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
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Guilty Reveal Secret Silence
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?
JOHN DRYDEN

Honor Judgement Man Member Mistake Order
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.
JOHN DRYDEN

Empty Enough Fortune Myself Soul
Dreams are but interludes that fancy makes… Sometimes forgotten things, long cast behind Rush forward in the brain, and come to mind.
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Dreams Forget Forward Mindset Time
Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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Bitter Poem Satire
All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
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Glitter Gold
I never saw any good that came of telling truth.
JOHN DRYDEN

Goodness Myself Talk Truth
The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.
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Himself Man Son Treat

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