For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
JOHN DRYDENFor truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
JOHN DRYDENTrust on and think To-morrow will repay; To-morrow’s falser than the former day; Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blest With some new Joys, cuts off what we possest.
JOHN DRYDENLove is a passion Which kindles honor into noble acts.
JOHN DRYDENShakespeare was the Homer, or father of our dramatic poets;Jonson was theVirgil, the pattern of elaborate writing; I admire him, but I love Shakespeare.
JOHN DRYDENAll delays are dangerous in war.
JOHN DRYDENTime glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.
JOHN DRYDENMen’s virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes.
JOHN DRYDENOf all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
JOHN DRYDENBoldness is a mask for fear, however great.
JOHN DRYDENYouth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.
JOHN DRYDENBut when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.
JOHN DRYDENKeen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
JOHN DRYDENAs one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
JOHN DRYDENAll objects lose by too familiar a view.
JOHN DRYDENHe who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
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 DRYDEN