What passion cannot music raise and quell!
JOHN DRYDENWhat passion cannot music raise and quell!
JOHN DRYDENAffability, mildness, tenderness, and a word which I would fain bring back to its original signification of virtue,–I mean good-nature,–are of daily use; they are the bread of mankind and staff of life.
JOHN DRYDENDeath in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
JOHN DRYDENFor age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
JOHN DRYDENMuch malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
JOHN DRYDENAnd plenty makes us poor.
JOHN DRYDENWhen I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
JOHN DRYDENAll flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
JOHN DRYDENA woman’s counsel brought us first to woe, And made her man his paradise forego, Where at heart’s ease he liv’d; and might have been As free from sorrow as he was from sin.
JOHN DRYDENGreat souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.
JOHN DRYDENAn hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
JOHN DRYDENForgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne’er pardon who have done wrong.
JOHN DRYDENThey that possess the prince possess the laws.
JOHN DRYDENFor those whom God to ruin has design’d, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
JOHN DRYDENBut love’s a malady without a cure.
JOHN DRYDENA man is to be cheated into passion, but to be reasoned into truth.
JOHN DRYDEN