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None but the brave deserve the fair.

John Dryden

Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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Pain Pleasure Sweet
Long pains, with use of bearing, are half eased.
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Erase Pain
I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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Brown Easy Light Night
For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
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Devotion Ignorance Mom Myself Yourself
Beware the fury of a patient man.
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Fury Man Patience
It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, can rule nothing, but is ruled by prudence.
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Fortune Madness Prudence Rule
But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.
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Desire Hands Nature Sick Sin
Repentance is but want of power to sin.
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One Liner Power Regret Sin
Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
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Human Kind Poetry Satire Vice
For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
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Art Miss Mistake Nature
He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
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Himself Master Secret Servant Trust
Nor is the people’s judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few.
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Judgment People True
He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
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Himself Scene
Mighty things from small beginnings grow.
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Beginning Growth Small
All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
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Glitter Gold
Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
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Human Kind Mindset Worst
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
Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
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Crime Oblivion
The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
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Death Man Thinking Virtue
Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne’er pardon who have done wrong.
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Forgiveness Injury Wrong
Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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Hold Last Sweet
There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
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Known Mad Pleasure
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
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Love Pain Pleasure
A happy genius is the gift of nature.
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Genius Gift Happy Nature
Sculptors are obliged to follow the manners of the painters, and to make many ample folds, which are unsufferable hardness, and more like a rock than a natural garment.
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Follow Natural Obligation Paint Rock Sculptor
Pity melts the mind to love.
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Love Mindset Pity
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

None but the brave deserve the fair.

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