Sure there’s contagion in the tears of friends.
JOHN DRYDENSure there’s contagion in the tears of friends.
JOHN DRYDENThey first condemn that first advised the ill.
JOHN DRYDENForgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne’er pardon who have done wrong.
JOHN DRYDENAll objects lose by too familiar a view.
JOHN DRYDENFame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
JOHN DRYDENHe who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
JOHN DRYDENBeware of the fury of the patient man.
JOHN DRYDENPride – Lord of human kind.
JOHN DRYDENAn horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
JOHN DRYDENThe thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
JOHN DRYDENThere is a proud modesty in merit.
JOHN DRYDENFattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.
JOHN DRYDENShakespeare was the Homer, or father of our dramatic poets;Jonson was theVirgil, the pattern of elaborate writing; I admire him, but I love Shakespeare.
JOHN DRYDENOur 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.
JOHN DRYDENFew know the use of life before ’tis past.
JOHN DRYDENAll empire is no more than power in trust.
JOHN DRYDEN