Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
JOHN DRYDENTrust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.
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The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature’s eye.
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Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
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Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
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And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
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What passion cannot music raise and quell!
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Time and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying.
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The winds are out of breath.
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Virtue is her own reward.
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None would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain; And, from the dregs of life, think to receive, What the first sprightly running could not give.
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War seldom enters but where wealth allures.
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I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
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He who would pry behind the scenes oft sees a counterfeit.
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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 age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.
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