When I consider life, ’tis all a cheat; Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think tomorrow will repay. Tomorrow’s falser than the former day.
JOHN DRYDENDreams are but interludes that fancy makes… Sometimes forgotten things, long cast behind Rush forward in the brain, and come to mind.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
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Take not away the life you cannot give: For all things have an equal right to live.
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But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
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Repartee is the soul of conversation.
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Love is a passion Which kindles honor into noble acts.
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To die for faction is a common evil, But to be hanged for nonsense is the devil.
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Hushed as midnight silence.
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Those who write ill, and they who ne’er durst write, Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
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War is the trade of kings.
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We by art unteach what Nature taught.
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Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
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Beware the fury of a patient man.
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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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The trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
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