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Cured yesterday of my disease, I died last night of my physician.
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That air and harmony of shape express,Fine by degrees, and beautifully less.
Matthew Prior
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Abra was ready ere I called her name;And though I called another, Abra came.
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For, when with beauty we can virtue join, We paint the semblance of a form divine.
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Who walks the fastest, but walks astray, is only furthest from his way.
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Venus, take my votive glass;Since I am not what I was,What from this day I shall be,Venus, let me never see.
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A Rechabite poor Will must live,And drink of Adam's ale.
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Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart. How hard thy yoke, how cruel thy dart. Those escape your anger who refuse your sway, and those are punished most, who most obey.
Matthew Prior
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And 'tis remarkable that they talk most who have the least to say.
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Hope is but the dream of those who wake.
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Who breathes must suffer, and who thinks must mourn;And he alone is bless'd who ne'er was born.
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It takes two to quarrel, but only one to end it.
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And thought the nation ne'er would thriveTill all the whores were burnt alive.
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Soft peace she brings; wherever she arrivesShe builds our quiet as she forms our lives;Lays the rough paths of peevish Nature even,And opens in each heart a little heaven.
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They never taste who always drink: They always talk, who never think.
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The ends must justify the means.
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Be to their virtue very kind; be to their faults a little blind.
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All jargon of the schools.
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To John I owed great obligation;But John, unhappily, thought fitTo publish it to all the nation:Sure John and I are more than quit.
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Forbear to mention what thou canst not praise.
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They talk most who have the least to say.
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He ranged his tropes, and preached up patience;Backed his opinion with quotations.
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From ignorance our comfort flows.The only wretched are the wise.
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That if weak women went astray,Their stars were more in fault than they.
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