A man is to be cheated into passion, but to be reasoned into truth.
JOHN DRYDENTake not away the life you cannot give: For all things have an equal right to live.
More John Dryden Quotes
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All authors to their own defects are blind.
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The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
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But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
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We by art unteach what Nature taught.
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It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, can rule nothing, but is ruled by prudence.
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Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
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For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
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Pity melts the mind to love.
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The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.
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O freedom, first delight of human kind!
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For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
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Long pains, with use of bearing, are half eased.
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Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
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Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
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Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.
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All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
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Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good.
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He who would search for pearls must dive below.
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They say everything in the world is good for something.
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Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
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By education most have been misled; So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.
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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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But love’s a malady without a cure.
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Love is a passion Which kindles honor into noble acts.
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They first condemn that first advised the ill.
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Much malice mingled with a little wit Perhaps may censure this mysterious writ.
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