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If by the people you understand the multitude, the hoi polloi, ’tis no matter what they think; they are sometimes in the right, sometimes in the wrong; their judgment is a mere lottery.

John Dryden

Repartee is the soul of conversation.
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Conversation One Liner Soul
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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Conscience Goodness Image Man Reflection Water
Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.
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Brave Despair Happiness
I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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Brown Easy Light Night
The winds are out of breath.
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Breathe Wind
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
Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
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Distance Flesh Goodness Present
Love is a passion Which kindles honor into noble acts.
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Act Honor Love Passion
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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Bound Habit Slave Vice
Deathless laurel is the victor’s due.
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Death Due
Some of our philosophizing divines have too much exalted the faculties of our souls, when they have maintained that by their force mankind has been able to find out God.
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Divine Faculty Force God Kind Man Philosophy
For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
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Face Need See Truth
Love and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend: Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before.
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Friendship Love Price Time Treat
Virtue is her own reward.
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One Liner Reward Virtue
But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
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Himself Magic Walk
For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
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Devotion Ignorance Mom Myself Yourself

If by the people you understand the multitude, the hoi polloi, ’tis no matter what they think; they are sometimes in the right, sometimes in the wrong; their judgment is a mere lottery.

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