By education most have been misled.
JOHN DRYDENNor is the people’s judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few.
More John Dryden Quotes
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A farce is that in poetry which grotesque (caricature) is in painting. The persons and actions of a farce are all unnatural, and the manners false, that is, inconsistent with the characters of mankind; and grotesque painting is the just resemblance of this.
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Light sufferings give us leisure to complain.
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Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
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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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I never saw any good that came of telling truth.
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Politicians neither love nor hate.
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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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Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
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An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
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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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Truth is the object of our understanding, as good is of our will; and the understanding can no more be delighted with a lie than the will can choose an apparent evil.
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Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
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But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
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Long pains, with use of bearing, are half eased.
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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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Deathless laurel is the victor’s due.
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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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Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
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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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None, none descends into himself, to find The secret imperfections of his mind: But every one is eagle-ey’d to see Another’s faults, and his deformity.
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He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
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Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
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Desire of greatness is a godlike sin.
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Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.
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All empire is no more than power in trust.
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