And that the Scriptures, though not everywhere Free from corruption, or entire, or clear, Are uncorrupt, sufficient, clear, entire In all things which our needful faith require.
JOHN DRYDENThey live too long who happiness outlive.
More John Dryden Quotes
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None are so busy as the fool and the knave.
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But love’s a malady without a cure.
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Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care To grant, before we can conclude the prayer: Preventing angels met it half the way, And sent us back to praise, who came to pray.
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Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
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Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.
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Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
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And plenty makes us poor.
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Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
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Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
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Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.
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Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
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Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts.
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A man is to be cheated into passion, but to be reasoned into truth.
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Few know the use of life before ’tis past.
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Virgil and Horace were the severest writers of the severest age.
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Presence of mind and courage in distress, Are more than arrives to procure success?
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Pride – Lord of human kind.
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He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
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What passion cannot music raise and quell!
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As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
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All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
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Not sharp revenge, nor hell itself can find, A fiercer torment than a guilty mind, Which day and night doth dreadfully accuse, Condemns the wretch, and still the charge renews.
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A happy genius is the gift of nature.
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Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.
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I am resolved to grow fat and look young till forty, and then slip out of the world with the first wrinkle and the reputation of five-and-twenty.
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