Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.
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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Beware the fury of a patient man.
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Long pains, with use of bearing, are half eased.
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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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War is the trade of kings.
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Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
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What, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o’er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?
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Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
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Sure there’s contagion in the tears of friends.
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Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
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I never saw any good that came of telling truth.
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Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the’ appointed place we tend; The world’s an inn, and death the journey’s end.
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Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
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For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
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He who would search for pearls must dive below.
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He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
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