There’s a proud modesty in merit; averse from asking, and resolved to pay ten times the gifts it asks.
JOHN DRYDEN
For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?
More John Dryden Quotes
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There’s a proud modesty in merit; averse from asking, and resolved to pay ten times the gifts it asks.
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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.
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Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.
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Many things impossible to thought have been by need to full perfection brought.
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He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
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Since a true knowledge of nature gives us pleasure, a lively imitation of it, either in poetry or painting, must produce a much greater; for both these arts are not only true imitations of nature, but of the best nature.
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What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
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Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
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For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
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Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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Not 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.
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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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Those who write ill, and they who ne’er durst write, Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
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Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.
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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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Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
JOHN DRYDEN