Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
JOHN DRYDENAnger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.
More John Dryden Quotes
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The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
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Beware the fury of a patient man.
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Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
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Pity melts the mind to love.
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Some of our philosophizing divines have too much exalted the faculties of our souls, when they have maintained that by their force mankind has been able to find out God.
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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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Truth is never to be expected from authors whose understanding is warped with enthusiasm.
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The trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
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All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
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Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
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Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
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Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
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By education most have been misled.
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Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
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Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
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Love is a passion Which kindles honor into noble acts.
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But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.
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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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Light sufferings give us leisure to complain.
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Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
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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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O freedom, first delight of human kind!
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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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There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
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The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.
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If passion rules, how weak does reason prove!
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