The trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
JOHN DRYDENThe trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.
JOHN DRYDENSweet is pleasure after pain.
JOHN DRYDENLove and Time with reverence use, Treat them like a parting friend: Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before.
JOHN DRYDENThe sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.
JOHN DRYDENBe slow to resolve, but quick in performance.
JOHN DRYDENMany things impossible to thought have been by need to full perfection brought.
JOHN DRYDENThe conscience of a people is their power.
JOHN DRYDENIf passion rules, how weak does reason prove!
JOHN DRYDENFor truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
JOHN DRYDENBy education most have been misled.
JOHN DRYDENFor what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?
JOHN DRYDENIf you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
JOHN DRYDENKeen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
JOHN DRYDENRepartee is the soul of conversation.
JOHN DRYDENFool that I was, upon my eagle’s wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
JOHN DRYDENWhat, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o’er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?
JOHN DRYDEN