To die for faction is a common evil, But to be hanged for nonsense is the devil.
JOHN DRYDENSet all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
More John Dryden Quotes
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For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
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Desire of greatness is a godlike sin.
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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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Silence in times of suffering is the best.
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Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
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Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.
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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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And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With pens of adamant on plates of brass.
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There is a proud modesty in merit.
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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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Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
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While I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day.
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Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
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If the faults of men in orders are only to be judged among themselves, they are all in some sort parties; for, since they say the honour of their order is concerned in every member of it, how can we be sure that they will be impartial judges?
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A woman’s counsel brought us first to woe, And made her man his paradise forego, Where at heart’s ease he liv’d; and might have been As free from sorrow as he was from sin.
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