Old age creeps on us where we think it night.
JOHN DRYDENBy 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.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Be fair, or foul, or rain, or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
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What, 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?
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The winds are out of breath.
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Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
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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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The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
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Some of our philosophizing divines have too much exalted the faculties of our souls, when they have maintained that by their force mankind has been able to find out God.
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Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
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If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
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An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
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What precious drops are those, Which silently each other’s track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
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All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
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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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Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
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If all the world be worth thy winning. / Think, oh think it worth enjoying: / Lovely Thaïs sits beside thee, / Take the good the gods provide thee.
JOHN DRYDEN