So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
JOHN DRYDENSo softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.
JOHN DRYDENHe invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.
JOHN DRYDENThe thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
JOHN DRYDENIll habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
JOHN DRYDENTruth 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.
JOHN DRYDENOld age creeps on us where we think it night.
JOHN DRYDENOld as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
JOHN DRYDENBe fair, or foul, or rain, or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
JOHN DRYDENSo the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
JOHN DRYDENPoliticians neither love nor hate.
JOHN DRYDENHe who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
JOHN DRYDENWhen I consider life, ’tis all a cheat; Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think tomorrow will repay. Tomorrow’s falser than the former day.
JOHN DRYDENFreedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject’s sole prerogative.
JOHN DRYDENGood sense and good-nature are never separated, though the ignorant world has thought otherwise. Good-nature, by which I mean beneficence and candor, is the product of right reason.
JOHN DRYDENTruth is never to be expected from authors whose understanding is warped with enthusiasm.
JOHN DRYDENAt home the hateful names of parties cease, And factious souls are wearied into peace.
JOHN DRYDEN