Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
JOHN DRYDENHappy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
JOHN DRYDENEvery age has a kind of universal genius, which inclines those that live in it to some particular studies.
JOHN DRYDENA good conscience is a port which is landlocked on every side, where no winds can possibly invade. There a man may not only see his own image, but that of his Maker, clearly reflected from the undisturbed waters.
JOHN DRYDENThey that possess the prince possess the laws.
JOHN DRYDENA happy genius is the gift of nature.
JOHN DRYDENSatire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.
JOHN DRYDENWhen we view elevated ideas of Nature, the result of that view is admiration, which is always the cause of pleasure.
JOHN DRYDENAll heiresses are beautiful.
JOHN DRYDENSure there’s contagion in the tears of friends.
JOHN DRYDENHe look’d in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
JOHN DRYDENSo the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.
JOHN DRYDENPride – Lord of human kind.
JOHN DRYDENPity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
JOHN DRYDENTime and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying.
JOHN DRYDENLuxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
JOHN DRYDENSome 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.
JOHN DRYDEN