But love’s a malady without a cure.
JOHN DRYDENHe who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.
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Swift was the race, but short the time to run.
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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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The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
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All heiresses are beautiful.
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Take not away the life you cannot give: For all things have an equal right to live.
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The winds are out of breath.
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Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.
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The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind’s great bribe.
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Every age has a kind of universal genius, which inclines those that live in it to some particular studies.
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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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Politicians neither love nor hate.
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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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The bravest men are subject most to chance.
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Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
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