For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
JOHN DRYDENThe secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Old age creeps on us where we think it night.
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A farce is that in poetry which grotesque (caricature) is in painting. The persons and actions of a farce are all unnatural, and the manners false, that is, inconsistent with the characters of mankind; and grotesque painting is the just resemblance of this.
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Fool that I was, upon my eagle’s wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
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Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
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And plenty makes us poor.
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None, none descends into himself, to find The secret imperfections of his mind: But every one is eagle-ey’d to see Another’s faults, and his deformity.
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Virtue is her own reward.
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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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We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.
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Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
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Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.
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He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
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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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So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
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When a man’s life is under debate, The judge can ne’er too long deliberate.
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By education most have been misled.
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As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
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Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.
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A happy genius is the gift of nature.
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He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
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Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
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He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
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Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
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Not sharp revenge, nor hell itself can find, A fiercer torment than a guilty mind, Which day and night doth dreadfully accuse, Condemns the wretch, and still the charge renews.
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Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
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Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
JOHN DRYDEN