A man is to be cheated into passion, but to be reasoned into truth.
JOHN DRYDENPride – Lord of human kind.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Trust 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.
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Love is a passion Which kindles honor into noble acts.
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Affability, 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.
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We can never be grieved for their miseries who are thoroughly wicked, and have thereby justly called their calamities on themselves.
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Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
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It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, can rule nothing, but is ruled by prudence.
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Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she’s at rest, and so am I.
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They, who would combat general authority with particular opinion, must first establish themselves a reputation of understanding better than other men.
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The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
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Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
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Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.
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Shakespeare was the Homer, or father of our dramatic poets;Jonson was theVirgil, the pattern of elaborate writing; I admire him, but I love Shakespeare.
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For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
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None but the brave deserve the fair.
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Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.
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I’m a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I’ll rise and fight again.
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O freedom, first delight of human kind!
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We by art unteach what Nature taught.
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Virtue is her own reward.
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If the faults of men in orders are only to be judged among themselves, they are all in some sort parties; for, since they say the honour of their order is concerned in every member of it, how can we be sure that they will be impartial judges?
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Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
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Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
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None are so busy as the fool and the knave.
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Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
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Time glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.
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Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
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