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He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.

John Dryden

Sculptors are obliged to follow the manners of the painters, and to make many ample folds, which are unsufferable hardness, and more like a rock than a natural garment.
JOHN DRYDEN

Follow Natural Obligation Paint Rock Sculptor
Every age has a kind of universal genius, which inclines those that live in it to some particular studies.
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Age Genius Kind Live Study Universe
All heiresses are beautiful.
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Beautiful One Liner
Good sense and good-nature are never separated, though the ignorant world has thought otherwise. Good-nature, by which I mean beneficence and candor, is the product of right reason.
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Goodness Ignorance Nature Reason Right World
None but the brave deserve the fair.
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Brave Deserve Fair
If passion rules, how weak does reason prove!
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Evidence Passion Reason Rule Weakness
For they can conquer who believe they can.
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Believe Conquer
Virgil and Horace were the severest writers of the severest age.
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Age Writing
Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
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Appetite Digestion Quick Yourself
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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Dreams Forget Forward Mindset Time
As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
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Enemy One Liner Seek Shine
Since a true knowledge of nature gives us pleasure, a lively imitation of it, either in poetry or painting, must produce a much greater; for both these arts are not only true imitations of nature, but of the best nature.
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Best Give Up Knowledge Nature Production True
Pride – Lord of human kind.
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Human Kind Pride
Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
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Children Crave Growth Man
We can never be grieved for their miseries who are thoroughly wicked, and have thereby justly called their calamities on themselves.
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Adversity Grief Misery Wicket
So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
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Fake Lying Silence

He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.

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