And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
JOHN DRYDENOur 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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Virtue is her own reward.
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All heiresses are beautiful.
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Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject’s sole prerogative.
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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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Love is a passion Which kindles honor into noble acts.
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Great souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.
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Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she’s at rest, and so am I.
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Self-defense is Nature’s eldest law.
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And plenty makes us poor.
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Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
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Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
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Faith is to believe what you do not yet see: the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
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Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
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