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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

But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
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Numerous Talk Thinking
Few know the use of life before ’tis past.
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Life Past
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
Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
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Degree River Sea
Long pains, with use of bearing, are half eased.
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Erase Pain
Love and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend: Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before.
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Friendship Love Price Time Treat
Sure there is none but fears a future state; And when the most obdurate swear they do not, Their trembling hearts belie their boasting tongues.
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Future Heart State Tongue Tremble
He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
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Fountain Goodness Sense
Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
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Distance Flesh Goodness Present
The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.
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Himself Man Son Treat
Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
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Choice Fate Love
Truth is the object of our understanding, as good is of our will; and the understanding can no more be delighted with a lie than the will can choose an apparent evil.
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Choice Delight Evil Lying Object Truth Understand
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
Deathless laurel is the victor’s due.
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Death Due
A farce is that in poetry which grotesque (caricature) is in painting. The persons and actions of a farce are all unnatural, and the manners false, that is, inconsistent with the characters of mankind; and grotesque painting is the just resemblance of this.
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I’m a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I’ll rise and fight again.
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Fight Myself Rise Wound

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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