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By viewing Nature, Nature's handmaid Art,Makes mighty things from small beginnings grow.
John Dryden
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All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
John Dryden
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A satirical poet is the check of the laymen on bad priests.
John Dryden
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Repentance is but want of power to sin.
John Dryden
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Words, once my stock, are wanting to commendSo great a poet and so good a friend.
John Dryden
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War is the trade of Kings.
John Dryden
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Possess your soul with patience.
John Dryden
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All objects lose by too familiar a view.
John Dryden
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Happy, happy, happy pair!None but the brave, None but the brave,None but the brave deserves the fair.
John Dryden
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He was exhaled; his great Creator drewHis spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
John Dryden
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Like a led victim, to my death I'll go, And, dying, bless the hand that gave the blow.
John Dryden
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Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
John Dryden
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Sound the trumpets; beat the drums...Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes.
John Dryden
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All heiresses are beautiful.
John Dryden
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God never made His work for man to mend.
John Dryden
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For those whom God to ruin has design'd,He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
John Dryden
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Whatever is, is in its causes just.
John Dryden
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The first is the law, the last prerogative.
John Dryden
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Genius must be born, and never can be taught.
John Dryden
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She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,Can draw you to her with a single hair.
John Dryden
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Midas me no midas.
John Dryden
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Bacchus, ever fair and ever young.
John Dryden
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Like you, an alien in a land unknown,I learn to pity woes so like my own.
John Dryden
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Ye realms, yet unreveal'd to human sight,Ye gods who rule the regions of the night,Ye gliding ghosts, permit me to relateThe mystic wonders of your silent state!
John Dryden
