Few know the use of life before ’tis past.
JOHN DRYDENThere is a proud modesty in merit.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Few know the use of life before ’tis past.
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If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
JOHN DRYDENIf you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
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Treason is greatest where trust is greatest.
JOHN DRYDENTreason is greatest where trust is greatest.
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More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store.
JOHN DRYDENMore liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store.
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So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
JOHN DRYDENSo the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
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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.
JOHN DRYDENGreat 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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Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
JOHN DRYDENRevenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
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We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.
JOHN DRYDENWe first make our habits, and then our habits make us.
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Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
JOHN DRYDENWords are but pictures of our thoughts.
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Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
JOHN DRYDENNever was patriot yet, but was a fool.
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Time and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying.
JOHN DRYDENTime and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying.
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Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
JOHN DRYDENSatire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
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Honor is but an empty bubble.
JOHN DRYDENHonor is but an empty bubble.
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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 DRYDENSince 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.
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Order is the greatest grace.
JOHN DRYDENOrder is the greatest grace.
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And that the Scriptures, though not everywhere Free from corruption, or entire, or clear, Are uncorrupt, sufficient, clear, entire In all things which our needful faith require.
JOHN DRYDENAnd that the Scriptures, though not everywhere Free from corruption, or entire, or clear, Are uncorrupt, sufficient, clear, entire In all things which our needful faith require.
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