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All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.

John Dryden

Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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Bitter Poem Satire
Repentance is but want of power to sin.
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One Liner Power Regret Sin
Virtue is her own reward.
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One Liner Reward Virtue
Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
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Fury Revenge See
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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Pain Pleasure Sweet
We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.
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Chance Hot Iron Leisure
All heiresses are beautiful.
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Beautiful One Liner
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
Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
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Grace Strength
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
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Love Pain Pleasure
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.
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Continue End Goodness Grace Principal Virtue
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
He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.
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Author Himself Poet Theft Victory
Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
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Human Kind Mindset Worst
None, none descends into himself, to find The secret imperfections of his mind: But every one is eagle-ey’d to see Another’s faults, and his deformity.
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Finding Himself Imperfection Mistake Secret
At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.
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Hate Home Name Peace Soul

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