An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
JOHN DRYDENAn horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
JOHN DRYDENWe must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.
JOHN DRYDENHappy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
JOHN DRYDENAll empire is no more than power in trust.
JOHN DRYDENBut Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
JOHN DRYDENGod never made his work for man to mend.
JOHN DRYDENSure there’s contagion in the tears of friends.
JOHN DRYDENThey first condemn that first advised the ill.
JOHN DRYDENAnd write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
JOHN DRYDENBut far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
JOHN DRYDENParting is worse than death; it is death of love!
JOHN DRYDENOld as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
JOHN DRYDENThe love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
JOHN DRYDENDeath in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
JOHN DRYDENPride – Lord of human kind.
JOHN DRYDENFor all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
JOHN DRYDEN