So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
JOHN DRYDENFame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
More John Dryden Quotes
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All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
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But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
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But how can finite grasp Infinity?
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The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
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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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Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
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If by the people you understand the multitude, the hoi polloi, ’tis no matter what they think; they are sometimes in the right, sometimes in the wrong; their judgment is a mere lottery.
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And plenty makes us poor.
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A happy genius is the gift of nature.
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Some of our philosophizing divines have too much exalted the faculties of our souls, when they have maintained that by their force mankind has been able to find out God.
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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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If thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.
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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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As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
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Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
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