He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
JOHN DRYDENThose who write ill, and they who ne’er durst write, Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
More John Dryden Quotes
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And love’s the noblest frailty of the mind.
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None are so busy as the fool and the knave.
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Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.
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Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
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The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
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All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
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If the faults of men in orders are only to be judged among themselves, they are all in some sort parties; for, since they say the honour of their order is concerned in every member of it, how can we be sure that they will be impartial judges?
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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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He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.
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For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
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All heiresses are beautiful.
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Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
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Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
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But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
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Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
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