Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
JOHN DRYDENFowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
JOHN DRYDENAnd plenty makes us poor.
JOHN DRYDENNothing to build, and all things to destroy.
JOHN DRYDENFor truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
JOHN DRYDENSome of our philosophizing divines have too much exalted the faculties of our souls, when they have maintained that by their force mankind has been able to find out God.
JOHN DRYDENThe thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
JOHN DRYDENHe has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
JOHN DRYDENWhat, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o’er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?
JOHN DRYDENA narrow mind begets obstinacy; we do not easily believe what we cannot see.
JOHN DRYDENFor age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
JOHN DRYDENHushed as midnight silence.
JOHN DRYDENDreams are but interludes that fancy makes… Sometimes forgotten things, long cast behind Rush forward in the brain, and come to mind.
JOHN DRYDENReason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
JOHN DRYDENOf all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
JOHN DRYDENRevenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
JOHN DRYDENWe by art unteach what Nature taught.
JOHN DRYDEN