Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.
JOHN DRYDEN
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Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.
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Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
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Trust on and think To-morrow will repay; To-morrow’s falser than the former day; Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blest With some new Joys, cuts off what we possest.
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Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.
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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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I’m a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I’ll rise and fight again.
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All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
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Love and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend: Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before.
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Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.
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None, none descends into himself, to find The secret imperfections of his mind: But every one is eagle-ey’d to see Another’s faults, and his deformity.
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Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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But how can finite grasp Infinity?
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Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
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When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
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They say everything in the world is good for something.
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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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