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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.

John Dryden

Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.
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Cement Foundation Knowledge Society Truth
War is the trade of kings.
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King One Liner Trade War
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
None but the brave deserve the fair.
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Brave Deserve Fair
So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
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Fake Lying Silence
Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass’d; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she join’d the former two.
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Age Distant Force Herself Nature Poet
Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
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Errors Flow Gratitude Surface
Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne’er pardon who have done wrong.
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Forgiveness Injury Wrong
Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
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Myself Old Power Remember
Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
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Age Alone Enough Reason Strong Walk Youth
Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.
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Kind Man Vice Virtue
Take not away the life you cannot give: For all things have an equal right to live.
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Equality Life Live Right
Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.
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Fly Joy Youth
Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
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Body Break Preservation Shame Spirit
Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
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Courage Growth Heart
We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.
JOHN DRYDEN

Chance Hot Iron Leisure

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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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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