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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

God never made his work for man to mend.
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God Man Mend Work
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
Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.
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Creation Earth Eyes Man Mom Sky Soft
Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.
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Fly Joy Youth
Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.
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Continue End Goodness Grace Principal Virtue
For they can conquer who believe they can.
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Believe Conquer
I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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Brown Easy Light Night
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
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
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
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Decay Monarch Obedience Subject
Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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Bitter Poem Satire
All heiresses are beautiful.
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Beautiful One Liner
Those who write ill, and they who ne’er durst write, Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
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Criticism Revenge Writing
Beware the fury of a patient man.
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Fury 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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Empty Enough Fortune Myself Soul
He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
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Fountain Goodness Sense

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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