Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
JOHN DRYDENThey live too long who happiness outlive.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
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Treason is greatest where trust is greatest.
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Welcome, thou kind deceiver! Thou best of thieves; who, with an easy key, Dost open life, and, unperceived by us, Even steal us from ourselves.
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Many things impossible to thought have been by need to full perfection brought.
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All authors to their own defects are blind.
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I’m a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I’ll rise and fight again.
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Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne’er pardon who have done wrong.
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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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For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
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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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I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
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Affability, mildness, tenderness, and a word which I would fain bring back to its original signification of virtue,–I mean good-nature,–are of daily use; they are the bread of mankind and staff of life.
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For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?
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The winds are out of breath.
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They say everything in the world is good for something.
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When I consider life, ’tis all a cheat; Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think tomorrow will repay. Tomorrow’s falser than the former day.
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He who would search for pearls must dive below.
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Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.
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Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
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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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Long pains, with use of bearing, are half eased.
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Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.
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Pity melts the mind to love.
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War is the trade of kings.
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Hushed as midnight silence.
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Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.
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