For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
JOHN DRYDENTreason is greatest where trust is greatest.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Self-defense is Nature’s eldest law.
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Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
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Politicians neither love nor hate.
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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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Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
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Order is the greatest grace.
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Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
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At home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.
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There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
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Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
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No government has ever been, or can ever be, wherein time-servers and blockheads will not be uppermost.
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Great souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.
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When I consider life, ’tis all a cheat; Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think tomorrow will repay. Tomorrow’s falser than the former day.
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Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
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I’m a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I’ll rise and fight again.
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Faith is to believe what you do not yet see: the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
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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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Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.
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None but the brave deserve the fair.
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Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she’s at rest, and so am I.
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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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A woman’s counsel brought us first to woe, And made her man his paradise forego, Where at heart’s ease he liv’d; and might have been As free from sorrow as he was from sin.
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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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Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject’s sole prerogative.
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He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
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Swift was the race, but short the time to run.
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