Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
JOHN DRYDENDeath in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
More John Dryden Quotes
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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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Honor is but an empty bubble.
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Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne’er pardon who have done wrong.
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Repentance is but want of power to sin.
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Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.
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If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
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All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
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By education most have been misled.
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They say everything in the world is good for something.
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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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Silence in times of suffering is the best.
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Merit challenges envy.
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Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
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Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
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