Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
JOHN DRYDENBetter to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
More John Dryden Quotes
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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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Old as I am, for ladies’ love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
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Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the’ appointed place we tend; The world’s an inn, and death the journey’s end.
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Affability, mildness, tenderness, and a word which I would fain bring back to its original signification of virtue,–I mean good-nature,–are of daily use; they are the bread of mankind and staff of life.
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Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
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Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.
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So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
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More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store.
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We can never be grieved for their miseries who are thoroughly wicked, and have thereby justly called their calamities on themselves.
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They that possess the prince possess the laws.
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Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.
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Mighty things from small beginnings grow.
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All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.
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Sure there’s contagion in the tears of friends.
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For those whom God to ruin has design’d, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
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