Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she’s at rest, and so am I.
JOHN DRYDENTrust on and think To-morrow will repay; To-morrow’s falser than the former day; Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blest With some new Joys, cuts off what we possest.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.
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Presence of mind and courage in distress, Are more than arrives to procure success?
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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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By 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.
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There’s a proud modesty in merit; averse from asking, and resolved to pay ten times the gifts it asks.
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He who would search for pearls must dive below.
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Truth is never to be expected from authors whose understanding is warped with enthusiasm.
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Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.
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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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Time glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.
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Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.
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I am resolved to grow fat and look young till forty, and then slip out of the world with the first wrinkle and the reputation of five-and-twenty.
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None would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain; And, from the dregs of life, think to receive, What the first sprightly running could not give.
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As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
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Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care To grant, before we can conclude the prayer: Preventing angels met it half the way, And sent us back to praise, who came to pray.
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