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I’m a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I’ll rise and fight again.

John Dryden

Swift was the race, but short the time to run.
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Race Run Swift Time
Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne’er pardon who have done wrong.
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Forgiveness Injury Wrong
What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
JOHN DRYDEN

Dew Precious Pursue Track Young
Time glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.
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Discover Future Glide Haste Length Past
Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
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Guilty Reveal Secret Silence
For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?
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Bound Drink Food Live Power Thinking
A narrow mind begets obstinacy; we do not easily believe what we cannot see.
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Believe Easy Invisible Mindset Unknown
The winds are out of breath.
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Breathe Wind
We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.
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Character Habit Inspirational Nature Ourselves
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
Plots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.
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Fake King Necessary Ruin True
But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
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Numerous Talk Thinking
By education most have been misled.
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Direction Education One Liner
And that the Scriptures, though not everywhere Free from corruption, or entire, or clear, Are uncorrupt, sufficient, clear, entire In all things which our needful faith require.
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Corruption Faith Freedom Need Scripture Sufficient
For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
JOHN DRYDEN

Devotion Ignorance Mom Myself Yourself
Sure there is none but fears a future state; And when the most obdurate swear they do not, Their trembling hearts belie their boasting tongues.
JOHN DRYDEN

Future Heart State Tongue Tremble

I’m a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I’ll rise and fight again.

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