When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
JOHN DRYDENZeal, the blind conductor of the will.
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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The trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
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There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
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Truth is the object of our understanding, as good is of our will; and the understanding can no more be delighted with a lie than the will can choose an apparent evil.
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There is a proud modesty in merit.
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Tis a good thing to laugh at any rate; and if a straw can tickle a man, it is an instrument of happiness.
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For those whom God to ruin has design’d, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
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All heiresses are beautiful.
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The bravest men are subject most to chance.
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He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
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Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care To grant, before we can conclude the prayer: Preventing angels met it half the way, And sent us back to praise, who came to pray.
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None, none descends into himself, to find The secret imperfections of his mind: But every one is eagle-ey’d to see Another’s faults, and his deformity.
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Light sufferings give us leisure to complain.
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He who would search for pearls must dive below.
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Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
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Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
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Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
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For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
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All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
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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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So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
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Deathless laurel is the victor’s due.
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I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature’s eye.
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Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.
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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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