They afford us the less pleasing conviction, that even the last fortnight of Dryden's life was occupied in repelling or retorting the venomed attacks of his literary foes.
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The Dramatic Works of John Dryden
Grace followed the procedure but felt no kick from the stuff for forty-five minutes after drinking it.
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Grace Slick The Biography
I believe some wives have been the best friends in the world; and few stories can outdo the nobleness and piety of that lady, that sucked the poisonous purulent matter from the wounds of the brave Prince in the holy land, when an assassin had pierced him with a venomed arrow: and if it be told that women cannot retain council, and therefore can be no brave friends, I can best confute them by the story of Porcia, who being fearful of the weakness of her sex, stabbed herself in the thigh to try how she could bear pain; and finding herself constant enough to that sufferance, gently chid her Brutus for not trusting her, since now she perceived, that no torment could wrest that secret from her, which she hoped might be entrusted to her.
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The Lives of the Poets of Great Britain and Ireland
"In the right setting this is a beautiful evolution of the intuitive cycle.
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Grace Slick The Biography
Carmena and Hammond looked at each other.
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Knocked for a Loop