Politicians neither love nor hate.
JOHN DRYDENPoliticians neither love nor hate.
JOHN DRYDENRepartee is the soul of conversation.
JOHN DRYDENGo miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
JOHN DRYDENLove is love’s reward.
JOHN DRYDENMighty things from small beginnings grow.
JOHN DRYDENA happy genius is the gift of nature.
JOHN DRYDENAll heiresses are beautiful.
JOHN DRYDENThe trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
JOHN DRYDENThe sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.
JOHN DRYDENEvery age has a kind of universal genius, which inclines those that live in it to some particular studies.
JOHN DRYDENPity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
JOHN DRYDENFor Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
JOHN DRYDENEvery language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.
JOHN DRYDENThey say everything in the world is good for something.
JOHN DRYDENGod never made his work for man to mend.
JOHN DRYDENGood sense and good-nature are never separated, though the ignorant world has thought otherwise. Good-nature, by which I mean beneficence and candor, is the product of right reason.
JOHN DRYDEN