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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.

John Dryden

Murder may pass unpunished for a time, But tardy justice will overtake the crime.
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Crime Murder Punishment Time
A woman’s counsel brought us first to woe, And made her man his paradise forego, Where at heart’s ease he liv’d; and might have been As free from sorrow as he was from sin.
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Himself Man Paradise Sin Sorrow Woman
While I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day.
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Day Eyes Round Shade Sight Soul
All delays are dangerous in war.
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Dangerous Delay War
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
Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
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Crime Oblivion
There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
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Known Mad Pleasure
Griefs assured are felt before they come.
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Assurance Feeling Grief
Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
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Guilty Reveal Secret Silence
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.
JOHN DRYDEN

Continue End Goodness Grace Principal Virtue
For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
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Happiness Kind Man Sadness
Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
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Degree River Sea
Nor is the people’s judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few.
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Judgment People True
The winds are out of breath.
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Breathe Wind
If thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.
JOHN DRYDEN

Bound Habit Slave Vice
Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
JOHN DRYDEN

Myself Old Power Remember

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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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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