While I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day.
JOHN DRYDENWhile I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day.
JOHN DRYDENSculptors are obliged to follow the manners of the painters, and to make many ample folds, which are unsufferable hardness, and more like a rock than a natural garment.
JOHN DRYDENThey first condemn that first advised the ill.
JOHN DRYDENPoliticians neither love nor hate.
JOHN DRYDENMore liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store.
JOHN DRYDENWe first make our habits, and then our habits make us.
JOHN DRYDENIf thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.
JOHN DRYDENAnger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.
JOHN DRYDENFame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
JOHN DRYDENSet all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
JOHN DRYDENConfidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts.
JOHN DRYDENMurder may pass unpunished for a time, But tardy justice will overtake the crime.
JOHN DRYDENHe is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
JOHN DRYDENNone would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain; And, from the dregs of life, think to receive, What the first sprightly running could not give.
JOHN DRYDENKings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
JOHN DRYDENTime glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.
JOHN DRYDEN