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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

Griefs assured are felt before they come.
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Assurance Feeling Grief
Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
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Grace Known Order Place
Beware the fury of a patient man.
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Fury Man Patience
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
Self-defense is Nature’s eldest law.
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Defense Law Nature
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
Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the’ appointed place we tend; The world’s an inn, and death the journey’s end.
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Boast Born Death End Journey Live Man Place Sincere
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
The bravest men are subject most to chance.
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Brave Chance Man Subject
Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
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Fools One Liner Patriot
Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject’s sole prerogative.
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Freedom Subject Thrive
Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
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Children Crave Growth Man
We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.
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Chance Hot Iron Leisure
Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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Bitter Poem Satire
Murder may pass unpunished for a time, But tardy justice will overtake the crime.
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Crime Murder Punishment Time
Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
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Guilty Reveal Secret Silence

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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