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I am resolved to grow fat, and look young till forty.
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Either be wholly slaves or wholly free.
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All delays are dangerous in war.
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By viewing Nature, Nature's handmaid Art,Makes mighty things from small beginnings grow.
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Whistling to keep myself from being afraid.
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Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
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With how much ease believe we what we wish!
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Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.
John Dryden
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For those whom God to ruin has design'd,He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
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When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
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And kind as kings upon their coronation day.
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Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
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Whate’er he did was done with so much ease,In him alone 't was natural to please.
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Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes careTo grant, before we can conclude the prayer:Preventing angels met it half the way,And sent us back to praise, who came to pray.
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Successful crimes alone are justified.
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Can heav'nly minds such high resentment show,Or exercise their spite in human woe?
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Sound the trumpets; beat the drums...Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes.
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A Heroick Poem, truly such, is undoubtedly the greatest Work which the Soul of Man is capable to perform.
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And doomed to death, though fated not to die.
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With ravished earsThe monarch hears;Assumes the god,Affects the nod,And seems to shake the spheres.
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Him of the western dome, whose weighty senseFlows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
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Men are but children of a larger growth; Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving, too, and full as vain.
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Fool, not to know that love endures no tie,And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.
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And threat'ning France, plac'd like a painted Jove,Kept idle thunder in his lifted hand.
John Dryden