So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.

Quote by John Dryden

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More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store

More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store

By education most have been misled; so they believe, because they were bred. The priest...

By education most have been misled; so they believe, because they were bred. The priest...

Dancing is the poetry of the foot.

Dancing is the poetry of the foot.

For, Heaven be thank'd, we live in such an age, when no man dies for...

For, Heaven be thank'd, we live in such an age, when no man dies for...

Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, but good men starve for want of...

Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, but good men starve for want of...

The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.

The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.

He [Shakespeare] was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the...

He [Shakespeare] was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the...

Repentance is but want of power to sin.

Repentance is but want of power to sin.

By viewing Nature, Nature's handmaid, art, makes mighty things from small beginnings grow.

By viewing Nature, Nature's handmaid, art, makes mighty things from small beginnings grow.

Even victors are by victories undone.

Even victors are by victories undone.

Beware the fury of a patient man.

Beware the fury of a patient man.

Errors like straws upon the surface flow: Who would search for pearls must dive below

Errors like straws upon the surface flow: Who would search for pearls must dive below

Self-defence is Nature's eldest law.

Self-defence is Nature's eldest law.

Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.

Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.

Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate...

Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate...

For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.

For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.

It is madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because by herself she is...

It is madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because by herself she is...

To die is landing on some distant shore.

To die is landing on some distant shore.

Words are but pictures of our thoughts.

Words are but pictures of our thoughts.

And plenty makes us poor.

And plenty makes us poor.