What passion cannot music raise and quell!
JOHN DRYDENWar is the trade of kings.
More John Dryden Quotes
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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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So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
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Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.
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Virtue is her own reward.
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For they can conquer who believe they can.
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Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.
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But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
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Swift was the race, but short the time to run.
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Beware of the fury of the patient man.
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All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
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The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
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Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
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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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Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.
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There is a proud modesty in merit.
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Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.
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Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
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Love and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend: Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before.
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We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.
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For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
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Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
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Parting is worse than death; it is death of love!
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Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
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Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
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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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Good 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.
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