Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
JOHN DRYDENDesire of greatness is a godlike sin.
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But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
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Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
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Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.
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Shakespeare was the Homer, or father of our dramatic poets;Jonson was theVirgil, the pattern of elaborate writing; I admire him, but I love Shakespeare.
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Be fair, or foul, or rain, or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
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As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
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Desire of greatness is a godlike sin.
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So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
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Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
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Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.
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Pride – Lord of human kind.
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Few know the use of life before ’tis past.
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Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
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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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Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
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All objects lose by too familiar a view.
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Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
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Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
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More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store.
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An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
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To die for faction is a common evil, But to be hanged for nonsense is the devil.
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Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject’s sole prerogative.
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For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
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Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
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All delays are dangerous in war.
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No government has ever been, or can ever be, wherein time-servers and blockheads will not be uppermost.
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