Dreams are but interludes that fancy makes… Sometimes forgotten things, long cast behind Rush forward in the brain, and come to mind.
JOHN DRYDENBut far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
More John Dryden Quotes
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Time glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.
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Men’s virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes.
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Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
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Old age creeps on us where we think it night.
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Murder may pass unpunished for a time, But tardy justice will overtake the crime.
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None, none descends into himself, to find The secret imperfections of his mind: But every one is eagle-ey’d to see Another’s faults, and his deformity.
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Swift was the race, but short the time to run.
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Not sharp revenge, nor hell itself can find, A fiercer torment than a guilty mind, Which day and night doth dreadfully accuse, Condemns the wretch, and still the charge renews.
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Hushed as midnight silence.
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All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
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Parting is worse than death; it is death of love!
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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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I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.
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Those who write ill, and they who ne’er durst write, Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
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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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