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 DRYDENThe glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature’s eye.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Men’s virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes.
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Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.
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Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject’s sole prerogative.
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War is the trade of kings.
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Satire among the Romans, but not among the Greeks, was a bitter invective poem.
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Hushed as midnight silence.
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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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Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.
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Old age creeps on us where we think it night.
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It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, can rule nothing, but is ruled by prudence.
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Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass’d; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she join’d the former two.
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But how can finite grasp Infinity?
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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.
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Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.
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The conscience of a people is their power.
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Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
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Fool that I was, upon my eagle’s wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
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Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she’s at rest, and so am I.
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Zeal, the blind conductor of the will.
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If passion rules, how weak does reason prove!
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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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God never made his work for man to mend.
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Deathless laurel is the victor’s due.
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Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne’er pardon who have done wrong.
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He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
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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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