An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
JOHN DRYDENAn hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
JOHN DRYDENAll heiresses are beautiful.
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 DRYDENHe look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
JOHN DRYDENGo miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
JOHN DRYDENNone but the brave deserve the fair.
JOHN DRYDENAffability, mildness, tenderness, and a word which I would fain bring back to its original signification of virtue,–I mean good-nature,–are of daily use; they are the bread of mankind and staff of life.
JOHN DRYDENHe invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.
JOHN DRYDENDeath ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
JOHN DRYDENFame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
JOHN DRYDENMore liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store.
JOHN DRYDENWhen I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
JOHN DRYDENWe by art unteach what Nature taught.
JOHN DRYDENDesire of greatness is a godlike sin.
JOHN DRYDENSweet is pleasure after pain.
JOHN DRYDENTake not away the life you cannot give: For all things have an equal right to live.
JOHN DRYDEN