I am sore wounded but not slain
I will lay me down and bleed a while
And then rise up to fight again
Stichwörter: poetry perseverance
Welcome, thou kind deceiver!
Thou best of thieves: who, with an easy key,
Dost open life, and, unperceived by us,
Even steal us from ourselves.
Stichwörter: poetry
Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense,
But good men starve for want of impudence.
Stichwörter: boldness impudence knaves
For you may palm upon us new for old:
All, as they say, that glitters, is not gold.
Stichwörter: poetry
None are so busy as the fool and knave.
John DrydenStichwörter: humorous
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear.
To be we know not what, we know not where.
Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
John DrydenStichwörter: fear boldness mask
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
John DrydenStichwörter: fate decay monarchs
Where'e're I go, my Soul shall stay with thee:
'Tis but my Shadow I take away...
Stichwörter: love
The winds that never moderation knew,
Afraid to blow too much, too faintly blew;
Or out of breath with joy, could not enlarge
Their straighten'd lungs or conscious of their charge.
Stichwörter: wind winds dryden astraea-redux
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