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There is a proud modesty in merit.

John Dryden

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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Estate Himself Misery Money Sell Soul
When I consider life, ’tis all a cheat; Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think tomorrow will repay. Tomorrow’s falser than the former day.
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Cheat Day False Fools Life
Honor is but an empty bubble.
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Empty Respect
The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.
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Himself Man Son Treat
Dreams are but interludes that fancy makes… Sometimes forgotten things, long cast behind Rush forward in the brain, and come to mind.
JOHN DRYDEN

Dreams Forget Forward Mindset Time
Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
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Fresh Object Pity Sight
Hushed as midnight silence.
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One Liner Silence
Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
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Care Destroy Happiness Man Thinking
Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
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Myself Poverty Soul Virtue Warm
Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
JOHN DRYDEN

Beautiful Dangerous Surface Way
Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
JOHN DRYDEN

Infidelity Mysterious Thinking
Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
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Ourselves Photograph Thinking Word
Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
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Guilty Reveal Secret Silence
Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
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Cheap Death Fame
And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
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Plate Time Writing
For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
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Face Need See Truth

There is a proud modesty in merit.

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