Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care To grant, before we can conclude the prayer: Preventing angels met it half the way, And sent us back to praise, who came to pray.
JOHN DRYDENAll, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
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Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.
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Truth is never to be expected from authors whose understanding is warped with enthusiasm.
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All delays are dangerous in war.
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The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.
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Plots, true or false, are necessary things, To raise up commonwealths and ruin kings.
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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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Welcome, thou kind deceiver! Thou best of thieves; who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves.
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Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
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Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
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If passion rules, how weak does reason prove!
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It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, can rule nothing, but is ruled by prudence.
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Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
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As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
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Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
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For they can conquer who believe they can.
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Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.
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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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Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
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For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
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Dreams are but interludes that fancy makes… Sometimes forgotten things, long cast behind Rush forward in the brain, and come to mind.
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Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.
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A narrow mind begets obstinacy; we do not easily believe what we cannot see.
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Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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The winds are out of breath.
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The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
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