While I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day.
JOHN DRYDENFor Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
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An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
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Many things impossible to thought have been by need to full perfection brought.
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A man is to be cheated into passion, but to be reasoned into truth.
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The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.
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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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Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
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They think too little who talk too much.
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A narrow mind begets obstinacy; we do not easily believe what we cannot see.
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Treason is greatest where trust is greatest.
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For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
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Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.
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Love is love’s reward.
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Not sharp revenge, nor hell itself can find, A fiercer torment than a guilty mind, Which day and night doth dreadfully accuse, Condemns the wretch, and still the charge renews.
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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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