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They that possess the prince possess the laws.

John Dryden

Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
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Better Health Himself Man Work
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
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
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Absence Age Love Time
Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
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Fools One Liner Patriot
And love’s the noblest frailty of the mind.
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Fragile Love Mindset
Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
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Elegant Flower Heaven Western
Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
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Myself Poverty Soul Virtue Warm
Trust on and think To-morrow will repay; To-morrow’s falser than the former day; Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blest With some new Joys, cuts off what we possest.
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Fake Happiness Thinking Trust
Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
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Nature Obligation Response Trust
Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts.
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Confidence Fact Known
Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the’ appointed place we tend; The world’s an inn, and death the journey’s end.
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Boast Born Death End Journey Live Man Place Sincere
Hushed as midnight silence.
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One Liner Silence
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.
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Empty Enough Fortune Myself Soul
Swift was the race, but short the time to run.
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Race Run Swift Time
Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
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Cheap Death Fame
Desire of greatness is a godlike sin.
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Desire God Greatness Sin
None, none descends into himself, to find The secret imperfections of his mind: But every one is eagle-ey’d to see Another’s faults, and his deformity.
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Finding Himself Imperfection Mistake Secret
Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
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Death End Grave Kind Mourn
Mighty things from small beginnings grow.
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Beginning Growth Small
Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
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Distance Flesh Goodness Present
No government has ever been, or can ever be, wherein time-servers and blockheads will not be uppermost.
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Block Government Time
There is a proud modesty in merit.
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Advantage Modesty Proud
We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.
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Chance Hot Iron Leisure
Those who write ill, and they who ne’er durst write, Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
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Criticism Revenge Writing
They that possess the prince possess the laws.
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Law Possession Prince
Parting is worse than death; it is death of love!
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Death Love Part Worst
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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Pain Pleasure Sweet

They that possess the prince possess the laws.

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