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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

He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
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Green Himself Youth
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
They say everything in the world is good for something.
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Goodness Karma World
Mighty things from small beginnings grow.
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Beginning Growth Small
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
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
Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
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Estate Himself Misery Money Sell Soul
Fool that I was, upon my eagle’s wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
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Eagle Fools Mount Myself Wings
But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
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Himself Magic Walk
Truth is never to be expected from authors whose understanding is warped with enthusiasm.
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Authors Enthusiasm Expectation Truth
A good conscience is a port which is landlocked on every side, where no winds can possibly invade. There a man may not only see his own image, but that of his Maker, clearly reflected from the undisturbed waters.
JOHN DRYDEN

Conscience Goodness Image Man Reflection Water
There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
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Known Mad Pleasure
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
A narrow mind begets obstinacy; we do not easily believe what we cannot see.
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Believe Easy Invisible Mindset Unknown
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
It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, can rule nothing, but is ruled by prudence.
JOHN DRYDEN

Fortune Madness Prudence Rule

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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