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

John Dryden

Sure there’s contagion in the tears of friends.
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Friendship Tears
Few know the use of life before ’tis past.
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Life Past
Time glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.
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Discover Future Glide Haste Length Past
Mighty things from small beginnings grow.
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Beginning Growth Small
But how can finite grasp Infinity?
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Finite Grasp Infinity
If all the world be worth thy winning. / Think, oh think it worth enjoying: / Lovely Thaïs sits beside thee, / Take the good the gods provide thee.
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God Goodness Love Thinking World
Time and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying.
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Death Finding Love Time Way
More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store.
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Desire Hungry Liberty Store
Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.
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Brave Despair Happiness
Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
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Infidelity Mysterious Thinking
Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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Bitter Poem Satire
Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
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Human Kind Mindset Worst
While I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day.
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Day Eyes Round Shade Sight Soul
Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
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Courage Growth Heart
He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
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Himself Scene
As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
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Enemy One Liner Seek Shine

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

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