All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
JOHN DRYDENMurder may pass unpunished for a time, But tardy justice will overtake the crime.
More John Dryden Quotes
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There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
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Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
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Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
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Silence in times of suffering is the best.
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Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
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Old age creeps on us where we think it night.
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Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
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Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
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They think too little who talk too much.
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But how can finite grasp Infinity?
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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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The conscience of a people is their power.
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For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
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Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
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Self-defense is Nature’s eldest law.
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But Shakespeare’s magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
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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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Time and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying.
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They, who would combat general authority with particular opinion, must first establish themselves a reputation of understanding better than other men.
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Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
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If thou dost still retain the same ill habits, the same follies, too, still thou art bound to vice, and still a slave.
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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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I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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Murder may pass unpunished for a time, But tardy justice will overtake the crime.
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If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
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But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.
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