Fool that I was, upon my eagle’s wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
JOHN DRYDENSilence in times of suffering is the best.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
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Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
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He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
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Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
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All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
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Men’s virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes.
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An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
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All authors to their own defects are blind.
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For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
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Dreams are but interludes that fancy makes… Sometimes forgotten things, long cast behind Rush forward in the brain, and come to mind.
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Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.
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Sure there is none but fears a future state; And when the most obdurate swear they do not, Their trembling hearts belie their boasting tongues.
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But how can finite grasp Infinity?
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Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
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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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