Parting is worse than death; it is death of love!
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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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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But how can finite grasp Infinity?
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For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
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I never saw any good that came of telling truth.
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Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
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Faith is to believe what you do not yet see: the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
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Silence in times of suffering is the best.
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Many things impossible to thought have been by need to full perfection brought.
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Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.
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The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.
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He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
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Hushed as midnight silence.
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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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Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.
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None are so busy as the fool and the knave.
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As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
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None but the brave deserve the fair.
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Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
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Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.
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Presence of mind and courage in distress, Are more than arrives to procure success?
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Imagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints.
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Beware of the fury of the patient man.
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Deathless laurel is the victor’s due.
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The bravest men are subject most to chance.
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An hour will come, with pleasure to relate Your sorrows past, as benefits of Fate.
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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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