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Repentance is but want of power to sin.
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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They that possess the prince possess the laws.
John Dryden
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His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen.
John Dryden
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We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.
John Dryden
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All have not the gift of martyrdom.
John Dryden
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What precious drops are thoseWhich silently each other's track pursue,Bright as young diamonds in their infant dew?
John Dryden
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Truth is the foundation of all knowledge, and the cement of all societies.
John Dryden
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For present joys are more to flesh and bloodThan a dull prospect of a distant good.
John Dryden
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Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.
John Dryden
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Midas me no midas.
John Dryden
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Fairest Isle, all isles excelling,Seat of pleasures, and of loves;Venus here will choose her dwelling,And forsake her Cyprian groves.
John Dryden
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And new-laid eggs, which Baucis' busy careTurn'd by a gentle fire and roasted rare.
John Dryden
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To die is landing on some distant shore.
John Dryden
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The true Amphitryon is the Amphitryon where we dine.
John Dryden
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This is the porcelain clay of humankind.
John Dryden
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Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
John Dryden
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Our souls sit close and silently within,And their own web from their own entrails spin;And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
John Dryden
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The wrath of Peleus' son, O Muse, resound;Whose dire effects the Grecian army found,And many a hero, king, and hardy knight,Were sent, in early youth, to shades of night.
John Dryden
