Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
JOHN DRYDENNot sharp revenge, nor hell itself can find, A fiercer torment than a guilty mind, Which day and night doth dreadfully accuse, Condemns the wretch, and still the charge renews.
More John Dryden Quotes
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For they can conquer who believe they can.
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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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Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
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Old age creeps on us where we think it night.
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Sculptors are obliged to follow the manners of the painters, and to make many ample folds, which are unsufferable hardness, and more like a rock than a natural garment.
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Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
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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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Many things impossible to thought have been by need to full perfection brought.
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Presence of mind and courage in distress, Are more than arrives to procure success?
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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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Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
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For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
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Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
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Time glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.
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But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
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Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
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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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None are so busy as the fool and the knave.
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Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
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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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Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
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Pride – Lord of human kind.
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They, who would combat general authority with particular opinion, must first establish themselves a reputation of understanding better than other men.
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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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Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.
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Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
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