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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

Light sufferings give us leisure to complain.
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Complain Leisure Light Suffering
None would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain; And, from the dregs of life, think to receive, What the first sprightly running could not give.
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Hope Life Live Pleasure Run Thinking
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
Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.
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Himself Loss See Vice
What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
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Dew Precious Pursue Track Young
The winds are out of breath.
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Breathe Wind
Virtue is her own reward.
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One Liner Reward Virtue
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today: Be fair or foul or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed in spite of fate are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been has been, and I have had my hour.
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Live Myself Past Power Rain Shine Worst
For they can conquer who believe they can.
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Believe Conquer
He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
JOHN DRYDEN

Creation Dew Greatness Himself Morning Spirit
What passion cannot music raise and quell!
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Music Passion Raise
Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.
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Cement Foundation Knowledge Society Truth
Merit challenges envy.
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Advantage Jealous One Liner
Time glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.
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Discover Future Glide Haste Length Past
All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
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Glitter Gold
Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
JOHN DRYDEN

Errors Flow Gratitude Surface

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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