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What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?

John Dryden

Nor is the people’s judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few.
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Judgment People True
Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
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Ourselves Photograph Thinking Word
Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
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Fools One Liner Patriot
There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
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Known Mad Pleasure
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
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Death Fear Known
To die for faction is a common evil, But to be hanged for nonsense is the devil.
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Common Death Devil Evil
None are so busy as the fool and the knave.
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Busy Fools
For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
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Art Miss Mistake Nature
Truth is never to be expected from authors whose understanding is warped with enthusiasm.
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Authors Enthusiasm Expectation Truth
Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
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Live Lost Luxury People Public
When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
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Cheating Favor Fools Hope Life
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
Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care To grant, before we can conclude the prayer: Preventing angels met it half the way, And sent us back to praise, who came to pray.
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Heaven Praise Prayer Promise
Time glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.
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Discover Future Glide Haste Length Past
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
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Love Pain Pleasure
All authors to their own defects are blind.
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Author Blind Defect
Honor is but an empty bubble.
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Empty Respect
Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.
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Anger Cherish Disappear Forget
Be fair, or foul, or rain, or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
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Fair Fate Myself Possession Rain Shine Time
And that the Scriptures, though not everywhere Free from corruption, or entire, or clear, Are uncorrupt, sufficient, clear, entire In all things which our needful faith require.
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Corruption Faith Freedom Need Scripture Sufficient
By education most have been misled.
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Direction Education One Liner
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
He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
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Himself Scene
He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
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Creation Dew Greatness Himself Morning Spirit
Pity melts the mind to love.
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Love Mindset Pity
Be slow to resolve, but quick in performance.
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Performance Quick Slow
Men’s virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes.
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Crime Freedom Tax Virtue

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