Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
JOHN DRYDENVirgil and Horace were the severest writers of the severest age.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Swift was the race, but short the time to run.
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An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
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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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None but the brave deserve the fair.
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Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.
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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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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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No government has ever been, or can ever be, wherein time-servers and blockheads will not be uppermost.
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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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The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature’s eye.
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Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.
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Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she’s at rest, and so am I.
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God never made his work for man to mend.
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By education most have been misled.
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Sweet is pleasure after pain.
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He look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
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Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
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Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass’d; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she join’d the former two.
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They live too long who happiness outlive.
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Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
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A man is to be cheated into passion, but to be reasoned into truth.
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Parting is worse than death; it is death of love!
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What passion cannot music raise and quell!
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Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
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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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All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
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