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He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.

John Dryden

Imagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints.
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Emotion Enthusiasm Height Imagination Paint Poet Soul
There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
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Known Mad Pleasure
For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
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Age Devour Pleasure Taste Youth
Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
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Fight King Mad Man Praise
A man is to be cheated into passion, but to be reasoned into truth.
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Cheating Man Passion Reason Truth
If the faults of men in orders are only to be judged among themselves, they are all in some sort parties; for, since they say the honour of their order is concerned in every member of it, how can we be sure that they will be impartial judges?
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Honor Judgement Man Member Mistake Order
Be slow to resolve, but quick in performance.
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Performance Quick Slow
All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
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Glitter Gold
But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.
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Desire Hands Nature Sick Sin
War seldom enters but where wealth allures.
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Seldom War Wealth
At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.
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Hate Home Name Peace Soul
Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
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Bold Fear Greatness Mask
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
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
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Absence Age Love Time
Welcome, thou kind deceiver! Thou best of thieves; who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves.
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Best Kind Ourselves Steal
But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
JOHN DRYDEN

Himself Magic Walk

He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.

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