Night came, but unattended with repose.
Alone she came, no sleep their eyes to close.
Alone and black she came; no friendly stars arose.
None but the brave deserves the fair.
John DrydenGreat wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
John DrydenWe first make our habits, then our habits make us.
John DrydenTags: change adaptation self-improvement habit
For whatsoe'er their sufferings were before,
That change they covet makes them suffer more.
All other errors but disturb a state;
But innovation is the blow of fate.
Love is a passion which kindles honor into noble acts.
John DrydenTags: love
Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
John DrydenRhyme is the rock on which thou art to wreck.
John DrydenLook round the habitable world, how few
Know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue!
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
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