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Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate’s: Souls know no conquerors.

John Dryden

Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
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Blind Willing Zeal
Repartee is the soul of conversation.
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Conversation One Liner Soul
Youth, beauty, graceful action seldom fail: But common interest always will prevail; And pity never ceases to be shown To him who makes the people’s wrongs his own.
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Action Beautiful Fall Grace Himself People Wrong Youth
Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.
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Kind Man Vice Virtue
War seldom enters but where wealth allures.
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Seldom War Wealth
Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
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Bold Fear Greatness Mask
Merit challenges envy.
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Advantage Jealous One Liner
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
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Decay Monarch Obedience Subject
Nor is the people’s judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few.
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Judgment People True
Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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Hold Last Sweet
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
He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.
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Author Himself Poet Theft Victory
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
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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Fake Happiness Thinking Trust
Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.
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Brave Despair Happiness
Beware of the fury of the patient man.
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Beware Man Patience

Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate’s: Souls know no conquerors.

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Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate’s: Souls know no conquerors.

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