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Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.

John Dryden

Old age creeps on us where we think it night.
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Age Night Old Ourselves
The trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
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Excitement Loud
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
Hushed as midnight silence.
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One Liner Silence
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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Beautiful Language Oneself
The bravest men are subject most to chance.
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Brave Chance Man Subject
Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.
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Different Fools Love Mindset Wisdom
But how can finite grasp Infinity?
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Finite Grasp Infinity
The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
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Death Man Thinking Virtue
Faith is to believe what you do not yet see: the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
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Believe Faith Grace Reward See Strength
They think too little who talk too much.
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Talk Thinking
A man is to be cheated into passion, but to be reasoned into truth.
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Cheating Man Passion Reason Truth
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
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Decay Monarch Obedience Subject
But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
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Himself Magic Walk
And that the Scriptures, though not everywhere Free from corruption, or entire, or clear, Are uncorrupt, sufficient, clear, entire In all things which our needful faith require.
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Corruption Faith Freedom Need Scripture Sufficient
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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Admire Drama Father Himself Home Poet Writing

Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.

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