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Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.

John Dryden

Faith is to believe what you do not yet see: the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
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Believe Faith Grace Reward See Strength
All empire is no more than power in trust.
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Empire Power Trust
But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.
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Desire Hands Nature Sick Sin
Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.
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Cement Foundation Knowledge Society Truth
I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
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Freedom Man Nature Run Savage Wild
Light sufferings give us leisure to complain.
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Complain Leisure Light Suffering
But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
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Numerous Talk Thinking
What passion cannot music raise and quell!
JOHN DRYDEN

Music Passion Raise
Sculptors are obliged to follow the manners of the painters, and to make many ample folds, which are unsufferable hardness, and more like a rock than a natural garment.
JOHN DRYDEN

Follow Natural Obligation Paint Rock Sculptor
Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
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Crime Oblivion
They that possess the prince possess the laws.
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Law Possession Prince
All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
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Absence Flower Sun Sweet Wake Up
The conscience of a people is their power.
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Conscience People Power
Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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Hold Last Sweet
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
JOHN DRYDEN

Decay Monarch Obedience Subject
Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
JOHN DRYDEN

Bold Goodness Starve

Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.

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