Be 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 DRYDENThe sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Faith is to believe what you do not yet see: the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
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Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.
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But how can finite grasp Infinity?
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But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
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Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
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Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts.
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We by art unteach what Nature taught.
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Dreams are but interludes that fancy makes… Sometimes forgotten things, long cast behind Rush forward in the brain, and come to mind.
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Sure there is none but fears a future state; And when the most obdurate swear they do not, Their trembling hearts belie their boasting tongues.
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Good 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.
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Trust on and think To-morrow will repay; To-morrow’s falser than the former day; Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blest With some new Joys, cuts off what we possest.
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Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
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Love and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend: Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before.
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Great souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.
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None, none descends into himself, to find The secret imperfections of his mind: But every one is eagle-ey’d to see Another’s faults, and his deformity.
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