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

John Dryden

Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
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Human Kind Mindset Worst
Mighty things from small beginnings grow.
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Beginning Growth Small
But love’s a malady without a cure.
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Cure Love
More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store.
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Desire Hungry Liberty Store
None would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain; And, from the dregs of life, think to receive, What the first sprightly running could not give.
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Hope Life Live Pleasure Run Thinking
Silence in times of suffering is the best.
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Best Silence Suffering Time
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
Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
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Favorite Heaven Man
Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she’s at rest, and so am I.
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Lying Myself Wife
The bravest men are subject most to chance.
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Brave Chance Man Subject
Murder may pass unpunished for a time, But tardy justice will overtake the crime.
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Crime Murder Punishment Time
All heiresses are beautiful.
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Beautiful One Liner
Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
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Myself Old Power Remember
Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
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Courage Growth Heart
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
When a man’s life is under debate, The judge can ne’er too long deliberate.
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Judgement Life Man

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

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