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.
JOHN DRYDENBut how can finite grasp Infinity?
More John Dryden Quotes
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If all the world be worth thy winning. / Think, oh think it worth enjoying: / Lovely Thaïs sits beside thee, / Take the good the gods provide thee.
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Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
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Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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Pity melts the mind to love.
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Griefs assured are felt before they come.
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Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.
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Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate’s: Souls know no conquerors.
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The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.
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But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
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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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Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.
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What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
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Beware of the fury of the patient man.
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