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.
JOHN DRYDENAll flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
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For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
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Pride – Lord of human kind.
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Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
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We by art unteach what Nature taught.
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Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
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Railing and praising were his usual themes; and both showed his judgment in extremes. Either over violent or over civil, so everyone to him was either god or devil.
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A good conscience is a port which is landlocked on every side, where no winds can possibly invade. There a man may not only see his own image, but that of his Maker, clearly reflected from the undisturbed waters.
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Merit challenges envy.
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Swift was the race, but short the time to run.
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They live too long who happiness outlive.
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If thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.
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The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.
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Good sense and good-nature are never separated, though the ignorant world has thought otherwise. Good-nature, by which I mean beneficence and candor, is the product of right reason.
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Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.
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By education most have been misled; So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.
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If all the world be worth thy winning. / Think, oh think it worth enjoying: / Lovely Thaïs sits beside thee, / Take the good the gods provide thee.
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An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
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The winds are out of breath.
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Dreams are but interludes that fancy makes… Sometimes forgotten things, long cast behind Rush forward in the brain, and come to mind.
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Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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When we view elevated ideas of Nature, the result of that view is admiration, which is always the cause of pleasure.
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Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
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Those who write ill, and they who ne’er durst write, Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
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Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
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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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Hushed as midnight silence.
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