Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
JOHN DRYDENI am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Plots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.
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To die for faction is a common evil, But to be hanged for nonsense is the devil.
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Beware the fury of a patient man.
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Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
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Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.
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Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts.
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Not sharp revenge, nor hell itself can find, A fiercer torment than a guilty mind, Which day and night doth dreadfully accuse, Condemns the wretch, and still the charge renews.
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Youth, beauty, graceful action seldom fail: But common interest always will prevail; And pity never ceases to be shown To him who makes the people’s wrongs his own.
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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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Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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None would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain; And, from the dregs of life, think to receive, What the first sprightly running could not give.
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Time glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.
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When a man’s life is under debate, The judge can ne’er too long deliberate.
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Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass’d; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she join’d the former two.
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Go 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.
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