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Nor is the people's judgment always true:The most may err as grossly as the few.
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Large was his wealth, but larger was his heart.
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Of ancient race by birth, but nobler yetIn his own worth.
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John Dryden |
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Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
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John Dryden |
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All human things are subject to decay,And, when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
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The trumpet's loud clangorExcites us to arms.
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The soft complaining flute,The woes of hopeless lovers.
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She feared no danger, for she knew no sin.
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And doomed to death, though fated not to die.
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John Dryden |
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For truth has such a face and such a mienAs to be loved needs only to be seen.
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John Dryden |
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Of all the tyrannies on human kindThe worst is that which persecutes the mind.
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John Dryden |
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Reason to rule, mercy to forgive:The first is law, the last prerogative.
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And kind as kings upon their coronation day.
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John Dryden |
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Than a successive title long and dark,Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's ark.
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Too black for heav'n, and yet too white for hell.
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John Dryden |
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Not only hating David, but the king.
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So over violent, or over civil,That every man with him was God or Devil.
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John Dryden |
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His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen.
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John Dryden |
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Him of the western dome, whose weighty senseFlows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
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All have not the gift of martyrdom.
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War seldom enters but where wealth allures.
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Jealousy, the jaundice of the soul.
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John Dryden |
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For present joys are more to flesh and bloodThan a dull prospect of a distant good.
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John Dryden |
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T' abhor the makers, and their laws approve,Is to hate traitors and the treason love.
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John Dryden |
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Secret guilt by silence is betrayed.
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Possess your soul with patience.
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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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John Dryden |
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Sound the trumpets; beat the drums...Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes.
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John Dryden |
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Bacchus, ever fair and ever young.
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John Dryden |
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For pity melts the mind to love.
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John Dryden |
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Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again.
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John Dryden |
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And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy.
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John Dryden |
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Love conquers all, and we must yield to Love.
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Love is lord of all, and is in all the same.
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John Dryden |
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Can heav'nly minds such high resentment show,Or exercise their spite in human woe?
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John Dryden |
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Endure the hardships of your present state,Live, and reserve yourselves for better fate.
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John Dryden |
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Like you, an alien in a land unknown,I learn to pity woes so like my own.
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John Dryden |
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Fate, and the dooming gods, are deaf to tears.
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John Dryden |
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Chaucer followed Nature everywhere, but was never so bold to go beyond her.
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John Dryden |
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A satirical poet is the check of the laymen on bad priests.
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John Dryden |
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A very merry, dancing, drinking,Laughing, quaffing, and unthinkable time.
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John Dryden |
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The sword within the scabbard keep,And let mankind agree.
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John Dryden |
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Calms appear, when storms are past,Love will have its hour at last.
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John Dryden |
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Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.
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