Go 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 DRYDENThere’s a proud modesty in merit; averse from asking, and resolved to pay ten times the gifts it asks.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Truth is the object of our understanding, as good is of our will; and the understanding can no more be delighted with a lie than the will can choose an apparent evil.
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All objects lose by too familiar a view.
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I am resolved to grow fat and look young till forty, and then slip out of the world with the first wrinkle and the reputation of five-and-twenty.
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Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.
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Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
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For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
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If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
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Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
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Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.
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Affability, 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.
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For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
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Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.
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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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The winds are out of breath.
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Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass’d; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she join’d the former two.
JOHN DRYDEN