Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject’s sole prerogative.
JOHN DRYDENSecret guilt is by silence revealed.
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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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Every age has a kind of universal genius, which inclines those that live in it to some particular studies.
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Affability, mildness, tenderness, and a word which I would fain bring back to its original signification of virtue,–I mean good-nature,–are of daily use; they are the bread of mankind and staff of life.
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He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.
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Beware the fury of a patient man.
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We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.
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Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
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Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
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For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
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Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
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Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
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Nor is the people’s judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few.
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What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
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Love and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend: Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before.
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Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.
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