The winds are out of breath.
JOHN DRYDENDancing is the poetry of the foot.
More John Dryden Quotes
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He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
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All heiresses are beautiful.
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Men’s virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes.
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Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
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Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
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All empire is no more than power in trust.
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Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject’s sole prerogative.
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Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
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Mighty things from small beginnings grow.
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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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For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
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Virtue is her own reward.
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Fool that I was, upon my eagle’s wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
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Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
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Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
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