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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.

John Dryden

Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
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Force Happiness Land Winter
The trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
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Excitement Loud
Not sharp revenge, nor hell itself can find, A fiercer torment than a guilty mind, Which day and night doth dreadfully accuse, Condemns the wretch, and still the charge renews.
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Charge Mindset Revenge Sharp
All empire is no more than power in trust.
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Empire Power Trust
An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
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Benefit Fate Pleasure Relate Sorrow Time
For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
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Happiness Kind Man Sadness
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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Pain Pleasure Sweet
Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
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Distance Flesh Goodness Present
Truth is never to be expected from authors whose understanding is warped with enthusiasm.
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Authors Enthusiasm Expectation Truth
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
Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.
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Claim Grave Rich Slave
Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
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Human Kind Poetry Satire Vice
Hushed as midnight silence.
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One Liner Silence
Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass’d; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she join’d the former two.
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Age Distant Force Herself Nature Poet
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
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Decay Monarch Obedience Subject
Great souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.
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Enemy Forgiveness Greatness Injury Power Soul Time

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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