Honor is but an empty bubble.
JOHN DRYDENHushed as midnight silence.
More John Dryden Quotes
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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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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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Time glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.
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Merit challenges envy.
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Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
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They say everything in the world is good for something.
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Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
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They that possess the prince possess the laws.
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Swift was the race, but short the time to run.
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Hushed as midnight silence.
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God never made his work for man to mend.
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Old age creeps on us where we think it night.
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None are so busy as the fool and the knave.
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Mighty things from small beginnings grow.
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No government has ever been, or can ever be, wherein time-servers and blockheads will not be uppermost.
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