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For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.

John Dryden

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
When I consider life, ’tis all a cheat; Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think tomorrow will repay. Tomorrow’s falser than the former day.
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Cheat Day False Fools Life
He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
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Fear Learning Lesson
The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
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Act Generous Greatness Pleasure Secret
Every age has a kind of universal genius, which inclines those that live in it to some particular studies.
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Age Genius Kind Live Study Universe
Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
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Ourselves Photograph Thinking Word
Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
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Infidelity Mysterious Thinking
For they can conquer who believe they can.
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Believe Conquer
Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
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Live Lost Luxury People Public
For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
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Art Miss Mistake Nature
And love’s the noblest frailty of the mind.
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Fragile Love Mindset
Repartee is the soul of conversation.
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Conversation One Liner Soul
Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.
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Anger Cherish Disappear Forget
Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
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Force Happiness Land Winter
An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
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Fear Horrible Ourselves Silence Temptation
Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
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Death End Grave Kind Mourn

For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.

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