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Kings often start wars because fighting battles and conquering land is their main job. They see war as a way to gain more power and expand their kingdoms.

About John Dryden

John Dryden was an acclaimed English writer who served as the first Poet Laureate of England. Known for his literary contributions during the Restoration era, Dryden was revered as the ‘Glorious John’ by writer Sir Walter Scott.

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He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.

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Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.

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Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.

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What passions cannot music raise or quell?

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

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Either be wholly slaves or wholly free.

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And plenty makes us poor.

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Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail our lion now will foreign foes assail.

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The first is the law, the last prerogative.

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A knock-down argument; ’tis but a word and a blow.

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Even victors are by victories undone.

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Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.

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