Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the’ appointed place we tend; The world’s an inn, and death the journey’s end.
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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For those whom God to ruin has design’d, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
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Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
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But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.
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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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When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
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Deathless laurel is the victor’s due.
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If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
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Railing and praising were his usual themes; and both showed his judgment in extremes. Either over violent or over civil, so everyone to him was either god or devil.
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He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
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Virgil and Horace were the severest writers of the severest age.
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Imagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints.
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Those who write ill, and they who ne’er durst write, Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
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They first condemn that first advised the ill.
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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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Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
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